To pretend not to care That's just the easy way out When there's another hard time to face Will you make an effort or mend to the mold If you fail
1] [The Rottweiler:] 17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on And if I don't, I'll be a failure And
in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the equator It's time to get down one time for
victim now he's faced with killers Premonition you envision gotta make it nigga Try lifting weights to get in shape Spoons are scraped for wounds to make tatoos on face
: Stepchild, you have outlived your time You represent embarrassment and failure And the father who must be killed Is the blight upon your blighted life
lies broken and lost. A shattered life cuts the pulse of acceptance. And all I want is to be something more then this. Another day lies broken and lost
this game for years, it made me an animal I learned that nobody else can be held accountable but you for your career, not your manager, face it Even he
see why y'all on me You need nigga pop swift you can call on me Fuck, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the face This for homicide when they takin' the
trust in they Lord and saviour I gotta believe in the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my car broke down f*** the
17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on And if I don't, I'll be a failure And I'll tell ya, I ain
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal I learned that nobody else can be held accountable But you for your career not your manager, face
t got a choice Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners No paying record stores for
u win, time flys. Platinum fast watches. I just... Broke out tha air wit my chest. I gotta get mine, aint got no time. Aint scared to go but not yet.
couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend
even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified
it. So sing for every buried moment that you'd thought would never end. And sing your fears about the future; and a dirge for faded friends. For all
myself in the stomach I loved it. (Can't breathe no more... what's this life for?) (I don't know... if I should stay or go...) (Thanks to Amy for these