Yeah It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary bound Now introducin' young Trigga Since birth
(a) next sunday darlin' is my birth -(e7) day, A day that should be free from (a) care, Best wishes and con - grat - u - (e7) la - tions, But only sorrow
Try to envision you as the oldest living someone Being every night and day all alone Going through ages and ages, places and spaces With never finding
] Where you goin [Talib] This goes to the brown skin ladies [Mos] Brown skin lady [Talib] Yo, indigineous women of the planet Earth [Mos] What you doin? [Talib] Givin birth
Mos] Where you goin [Talib] This goes to the brown skin ladies [Mos] Brown skin lady [Talib] Yo, indigineous women of the planet Earth [Mos] What you doin? [Talib] Givin birth
lady, hey hey TalibYes MosWhere you goin TalibThis goes to the brown skin ladies MosBrown skin lady TalibYo, indigineous women of the planet Earth MosWhat you doin? TalibGivin birth
Yea, hey I'm the man right, so I think I'm goin' live it. Since my mother birthed me, I've only been exquisite. And I was on the grind, while you was
girl You'll break boys hearts all over this world Then one day you'll walk out the door And I know you'll break mine, you'll break mine From birth to
dirty, long hair flowin', Feelin' carefree and not knowin' why. I'm just happy to be alive. I'm livin' in this time and place. Every day thinkin' hard
It's your birthday, and you're not here And it makes me want to shed a grouchy tear 'Cause on your day of birth, worm I wish you were on Earth, worm Instead
Artist: dj jazzy jeff f/ eminem and parl yams (scratched) (3x): "no...you hear me! you go to hell" -> mr. garrison [eminem] Yo At birth
dark again kinda like it was before And I'm lost again somewhere out here on the road Where's the gold that I saw glitter and change my night to day
game I'll show no shame, I'll birth this blame I'm twisted Cain, I'll twist again I'll push the blade as plain as day Known to what these sayers say
sew it, thread virginial white As long as we embrace as one upon our wedding night. Did you capture all the joys the birth of our first son? The happiness
your time Five long months on the telephone line Hours of asking if you were fine And saying I was fine, too Sorry, but I've got to go The birth was
You fly beneath the years Those memories overwhelm you day by day The swansong looks for a singer again, looks for a singer again Those moments from birth
" tryin' to make change, when I approach'em, Even though I got a great range, I won't smoke'em, I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
, oh he be someone you can't see And that someone is me, too deep for you to believe >from the day of yo birth till ya ride in the hurse There's nothin