a crash) and losing (In a crash) Living (In a crash) the worst day of my life (In a crash) Crying out (In a crash) and no one seems to care In a crash
as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who
Cuz ain't nothin' out here but snake bitches All about they things, don't give a fuck about no niggaz Young niggaz stay strapped Even wit' a baby, the
grew up harder But I ain't been to many operas Or had money for private doctors As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown I grew up hard, maybe
why do they all stare at me as if i came from the moon ? i'll sing to myself 'it'll be alright', a foolish song, without a tune i see no land i see no
do they all stare at me as if i came from the moon ? i'll sing to myself 'it'll be alright', a foolish song, without a tune i see no land i see no end
yearns for my whole crew to take turns I'm a loose cannon, medically examine Found deadly as a plague, so it spread like famine Splurgin', whippin' out
had a sun (Son) Ran a canyon swam a mountain's mouth and sprouted out a mustard seed See to me it's nothing could just as easily drown you or be what
up, when I, as soon as my foot hits the plane I speak out -- 'Hope the plane don't crash!' {*laughter*} I tell you that boy's a genius, I'm tellin you
A threat arises, unholy desires Will bear the Light to exile I'm a slave of my own needs Out of control, out of my mind A nightmare I live, I can escape
Crashes on from high Like an arrow straight at Braveheart He deflects it with his sword With this the legions of the Duke Let out a mighty roar The ground
fuck out, smoke the fuck out Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out Black the fuck out, act the fuck out Do you
' sole parcel Ship a box to your local ragaposatory Mind twirler, my disc course'll throw a nigga further Off balance, expose your true colors You ain't thugged out
a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart
as long as my dick get pumped, I grabs the mic and do what the fuck I want, I loud blast in the cut, white out philly, your a dutch master, Roll like
a smile 'cause as a child, I never knew that being broke was bad Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga From putting that
and blazed at the rest of 'em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a