One bedroom apartment. Haven't left it in three days. I hate to be the one to say this, but I think it's time some changes were made. A sink full of
A vacant look on stranger's faces. Unfamiliar streets and lonely places. I feel like I'm a few steps behind. Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing
I would open my mouth but I can't stand to see you cry. I know we would never fight if I could see you everyday. But I know it can't be that way. Why
The city's such a crowded place. It forces us to look at the way we look at ourselves, because who I see in the mirror, and the picture I have in my
I thought that I was moving forward. I almost convinced myself I wanted things another way. A fucked up coping process for being let down. Sometimes
My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo
do you claim? Well I believe in truthful glances And second chances Please call His name Feelings of joy, mindless toy Could you get by, and never get
true hip-hop person Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin' wack versions I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group With the ninety minute demo
p My mobb bring it back to life, back to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety-five, wit demo
could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave? A man when she get back from work What am I worth? (huh?) Then they said my pay could get me out
P My Mobb bring it back to life, back to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety-five, wit demo
a true hip-hop person Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group With the ninety minute demo
could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave? A man when she get back from work What am I worth? (huh?) Then they said my pay could get me out the
My Mobb bring it back to life, back to reality You walk a fine line playin wit mine, the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety-five, wit demo
brights of the filthy rich A nigga's guilty quick if he starts rippin shit I ain't your dopeman, cassettes is all you copy with Slangin tapes and gettin bent
