reason for my rage I've locked my self in a cage Who are you to tell me contain my self I will never change my wicked ways My heart's full of pain It
Here I stand, waiting for my futureTrying to understand my past, like the witness of a crimeBut it looks like an old movie; No colors, No soundsJust
heart's full of pain It hurts inside Can't take it anymore I've cheated my soul And I'm begging for more Inner conflicts Sorrow's part of the game Inner feelings Pain
Do or dieLike our livesNo trunin' backIt's our prideA second family, takin' care of each othersWe are more than friends, we call them brotherAs a circle
favorite pubSpend some time with you familyDon't take your self to serioyslyLive for todayDo it your wayDon't look backAll's not blackSurfing the web or
CREWONE LIFE, ONE CREWYou closest friends, they know what you stand forTelling you that you're doing right, ? or wrongWhen you look in there eyes, what do
The sun's burning The sky's grey Concret's replaced grass Buildings've replaced tres Can't we find a better way That to wait it's too late We won't be
The sound of hooves behind the doorTime to wield the bladesOn a leather streed we ridesTime's take its toll on the human raceRemember what all had to
own guide,What are we supposed to do? Evil and fire fall from the sky the sun is dying maybe we're all guilty ? A divine intervention or a vengeance of
Why don't you tell us honestly ?Oh, yeah ! Words don't come easily ! So many files not clarifiedProceedings I don't understandI wonder how it's gonna
notable to deny, all these years but I triedAm I the only one who heard, am I the only one who sawAnd what am I supposed to do now, watch them going down
and make a nigga lay down, See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off, And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do
award or check yet [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Young Buck) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head
ya, do your thing boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean? Cause I ain't mad at cha Heard
at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin
eyes and see nothing but pain, the world is crazy, still Lookin for a queen to plant seeds and have babies Maybe I'll be the one or just maybe I'm lost
MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac] She was .. Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls A heart full
that it gets me high. (Makaveli the don, representin the outlaws.) They got a nigga goin crazy. (Bad ass representin the LBC) (What cha wanna do. You know how we do
