the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my body (inside my) I can't take the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my
pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my body (inside my) I can't take the pain, it's growing in me Inside my body (inside my) Inside my
My homeboys doing life Begging mama be stressing Shedding tears When her son finally ask that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, Why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night Throught my
my partners doin' time? (What about us?) What about this arresting from the police? (What about us?) What about my young thugs cry? [Layzie] Its for my
and American girls All the time Lose me in the dark Please do it right Run into the night I will lose myself tomorrow Crimson pain My heart explodes My
All round and round! From the first to the last, it is in the... passionate Clear shit! all my nigger want my... The hip pop is dying out! ... my rap
I'm tight vexed cause I'm really dwellin on the sex Chills up my spine the way you smellin up my neck I'm like putty in your hands I gotta keep my composure
town Your eyes cast through the glass At my sorry American frown Oh my mouth aint fed My lips aint cherry red And my grin might show my bad teeth
Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' In over 22 days (Don't wanna be an American idiot) So get off my case Off of my case Off of my case! [Part 5: We're
and leap from its pain and paint one city block within my unedible fate it goes.... i can?t taste it... take a look at my life take a look at my love take a look at my
the source Through the laws of phonics you thought my jaws were bionic The mic um on it, rattling more about wars exetra While human trafficing routs run throughout North America
a grown man, doin? my grown dance I don?t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I?m on my Van Gogh, I don?t hear sh-t [Chorus] No one man
still there's pain If I would have grew up To be a doctor My nephews would have grew up to do the same But since I grew Up through the game and my influence
in my eyes dog, right in my pupils If I'm your rival, why would I have to do you? Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my game Seemed happy
grown man, doin my grown dance I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit No one man should have
his opinion, right? He's entitled to his opinion? 'Cause after all, isn't this America? I mean Goddamn, isn't this America? Everyone can have their fuckin opinion in America
whore. Intellectually spayed We are the queer Dysfunctionally raised One more pill to kill the pain, One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain