Now (I) Feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My Friends How did we get in this situation? Let's face
Now (I) feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My friends How did we get in this situation? Let's face
: Now (I) feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My friends How did we get in this situation? Let's
and got game, remain the same for the duration Area code 6-1-2, my present location... [Slug] Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the wisdom not abuse it Blessed with insight, friends
your wife her affair with Jeff and the kitchen knife a childhood peer a sworn enemy an old friend with a stab of reality and god is dead I'm on the express
long dead and gone will your love for me go on? Will I be the one you run to in the end? And all my dogs need a friend (need a friend, need a friend
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
my aunt to a pistol with her husband on the other end Nine years old and already noticed a trend So many friends dead and buried Many coffins been carried
line Thirteen years deep in this marathon I'm runnin Paid dues and still got bills to pay When I came back around the way Old friends gave me dead eyes
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my
I see my old homey, he died in a drag Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but
Life's good, friends are hard to find and now one of mine is dead. And things I should have said to her, I shall say to you instead. Mona, Mona, so much
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
river and dreamed of running away In a wind of change only a father knows In a world so hectic so cold I guess my old hometown's kinda dead and gone Miss
that you make I aint going to knock you, for tryin to get your mail But all the true gangstas is dead or in jail See boy, you'za fool, 15 years old Thinkin
