Light somethin', stop frontin' How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters That
't got no money for the doctor. But Tommy got sick, Tommy needs a shot or, Maybe Tommy got shot and needs a lot more, Thank mommy Tommy's problem is not
then 10 times 42, what's that got to do with anything this song's about This jealousy I'll do without Where am I in this fairytale, this nightingale
This one?s got me conflicted Feel like I?m addicted This sadness self inflicted I just can?t get enough Now it?s taking on a whole new meaning This
I gave you everthing that I have Now I gotta go Cuz you took me for granteed yea I've done this before Im not walkin back through that door think this is
I'm not staying, I'm not staying around I'm not staying, I'm not staying around How did you get get get, so down I cannot pick you up, I cannot even pick
stop us, it's no solution The right and the left wing continue to bore, With pre-dated policies all heard before. This is mankind now see how mankind
pittance And that still remains our fucking difference Who will not beg to their Jesus, god Christ I've had enough of that Christ I've had enough of this
The world I know.. is a world too slow Don't move fast enough.. keep your head low The world I know.. is a world much too slow! Can't move fast enough
stake, yeah This is our world, to make it last We have to not repeat the past Just step outside, when will we learn The destruction of our world This is
really wanna know, nigga most personal My reason for treason is bread, So even when I said I love my gauge Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this
phat, something about squaring up tonight Ain't no time to be a mack lack is on Gettin it on, if you're not runnin everything is alright Me, a playa gotta
It's this movie I'm shooting. JOE You first assistant? ARTIE More like a slave. ALL Every movie's a circus. ARTIE But this is a circus movie as
back in the prison cell. incarcerated hatred is causing conflict with the free love sentencing death to the convict. my soul is on skid row, where can this
take pleasure in using violence It's in your nature, psychopathic sense I'm the dictates of your guilty conscience You must not comply to my evil influence Your neighbor is
sighting up And through reasoning dem biding up, Searching for the sign and the sign is us, Searching for the truth all you find is us, Searching for the troops still behind is