back to tell the world, So all the earth can hear me sing. And with my stealth intentions, My worst of ways While your back is turned I'll make my escape
m waiting in a sea of blood I?ll go out into the street, staring eyes, laughing mouths, what have I done, what have I missed? (I run to escape from this
your life again, If you don?t give in, just play to win? Disillusioned and afraid, Don?t you know that we all get those days? No-one can escape,
: 12.1 No, well not patiently serenade and await the coming of all that is ours for the taking. No come-hither cooing from our lips escapes; no soft,
it get you? how do you sleep? i know i can\'t. get away from me. what if i suffocate in your arms? if all the air escapes, and my pulse slows to a drone
suffering shouldn?t keep us from loving on our brothers We had a sentence of death within ourselves, but God gave comfort and grace and gave an escape
from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot em I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slanging
went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape
left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life
packers, Well-known felons labeled for 'drug-selling merciless jackers', Forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs, Commence the letting off rounds, then escape
the crime rate Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip gots tired of runnin from the
youth We make music for eternity, forever the truth Political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us Ride or die, for life they sentence us Oh
me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life And if you dream be a part of my team From Long Beach to
blessings though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson and all my niggas in the pen' here we go again Ain't nothing seperating us from
it my fate ? to live tha life of luxury some niggas bought my tapes so much jelousy it scares me so be prepared cause only tha strong survive life
no more My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for Is it the miniature caskets, little babies Victims of a stray, from drug dealers
from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From
