was just there I would just come Stumbling in she'd show me she'd care I didn't care cause she was just there But I was out rolling with my band And
must accept that all, you turn and walk away You live your own life, you get stronger every day Good from far, far from good Don't bring it around my
the kids today, they just feel like they haven't got anything to do with the problems. Everything goes wrong, the nature or whatever. Just came out of
or it's black So, you make up your own rules About 'true' and flase So get out of my sight I'm laughing too much about you So, try stand in my way I'
A song I dedicate unto those who share my need To give their all and should they fall, strive until they succeed Though my belly aches with hunger Weary
Just give me a simple life--my tastes are not demanding, And whatever life may hand me I'll accept it with good grace; For I'm just a simple lad with
my ignorance That unconditional love might exist I forgot the numbness, I forgot the frustration That makes up my daily routine of just getting by I am just
don't have to slave anymore. You know, 'cause I, music was my love, and because of everything I thought had to accompany my music it became my burden. It just
't really no me, y'all just know 'bout me So if my dawgs be on my side they keep me compile with spirit And plus I know my fathers watchin' and my mother
names so they can be famous too You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of house of pain are gone And if you talk about my
be the best Just give my own rendition of it Love it? If not Fuck it. Just leave it I don't believe it's a crime For you to simply be not feelin my rhymes
chisel down the walls we all hide behind, It's only time before your secrets become weekend headlines. But I'll be fine, suffocating on my own mask I just
20 years in the same city still don't know my way around And still get lost inside of my thoughts Sayin dumb jokes just to hear myself talk Yeah I know my
of what he beat into my head I grew up in a house with more rooms than I could count No siblings, just strangers always moving in and out My dad hated
by a class of records execs and got them killed Taste my own blood a lash out in a rage My 'bo staff' is the microphone stand, my 'dojo' is the stage
see armageddon For the conservation of my presence, fuck the word acceptance I get triple 7's every time I finish sparking sessions Choose your own discression
slaves -Kano: Uh, run away run away underground deep Release me from these shackles around feet. Old masters they don't own me Treat artists like sheep by
people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not