his kid A coward's way out Punk with a gun Took a life Now you run You ain't got away We ain't far behind There was a promise made Now it's your
it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still tipsy from last night Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
chasin Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted
consigned to the wind? Seasons have passed, the circle?s been closed now, Awkward silence in coldness reigns Rage of the fools did rule us, searing words as
Life just gets in the way. Life just gets in the way I remember the words that you said, hearing them as I sat by your bed. That our life just gets in
: I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold winter-set heart. With heat to melt these frozen tears, burned with reasons as to carry on
crains le silence apres les voix Ce froid si froid I fear the night when you are not there This little hereafter I fear the silence after the voices This cold so cold
YOu're shivering from the cold KNow this to be true YOu know that time heals all wounds This I promise you [CHORUS] The sun will rise as sure as there
's hard to comprehend I know I've always wanted a thug in my life but this pain's inflicting me like a sharp knife Chorus verse 3: livin this life as
not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was, cool as The Fonz was But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn
as cool with niggas as I once was I once was, cool as the fonz was, But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry mama I'm promised they wouldn
I never betrayed myself. Cos I'm down to concrete. Cos I'm cold to concrete. Cos I'm down to concrete. Motherfucker I'm cold as concrete. Watch you
try to find me I'm not worth anything anymore I am not leaving you with all of your problems The biggest one is me Life is dark Cold as the sea Embrace
young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension But he couldn't catch a common cold
shoes As he studies the form Of every appealing soubrette But where are the flowers that he used to bring? Every endearing remark Reminds her of passionate promises
crowned you're getting capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact Let's be
Parl Yams be the chosen thug What i spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug Run the streets while you're stuck at home My temper life bushwick bill fucker
yours, it could be sincerely mine But listening to promises what a fool am I Can somebody tell me? You know all his life I'm just trying to be friendly
