aint hard to find) Heaven aint hard to find (Heaven aint hard to find) [verse 2] Tupac In fact you can have it just have faith Just like a little
Untouched I do remain To some it seems foreign Why I would steely forge ahead This land entrusted to me knows not of hallowed secrets Ill keep it to
When U Knw U Doing Wrong? Huh? Got Ur Steps Get Ur Blesses Knw Rite From Wrong We Turn Tha Lite On All We Got To Do Is Call On Faith To Guide Us All
s tearing me apart I know you wish you could see me That's the way it has to be Someday you'll understand, don't you lose your faith in me I know you
: A letter come blowin' in On an ill wind Somethin' 'bout me and you Never seein' one another again And what I knew had come Stars struck deaf and dumb
the life, Im under pressure but the time is right, For me to look inside of myself, the time passes by every night, Im searching for answers meanwhile my faith
weakening, erasing every line and taking down the frames id look back but im too far away a ghost to the faces i miss have a little faith ill come back
push on. Missing but mended, some hearts never break. The things inside us all, found only to be stronger than before. (I have something you should know) Ill
s just me Maybe I'll just leave And take my crazy belief system and just leave Cause really it's just me... Ill say it once and never again ill never
tell x2 he rode the elevator to the seventh floor sweaty palms, collar tight, as he walked into the boardroom trying to look convincing in his ill-fitting
pay Casualty rates Lower the conditions no one even feels for the place You can have your caviar man ill keep my crumbs Paycheques that pay salary ill
youve got Ill take your ready hand with a ready blade Dead set to make you lie in the bed youve made Paid in full, Ill take it from your pride I dont
are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died? One who would not deny lovers? And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith
of tapes Sold drugs studio time my gun in ya face Look at me now, Non-Phixion running the game Kings of the underground and we loving it man Yea Ill punch
: I'm a creator of terror berserk teens no escape from the toxic traits Pop ya face storm 'em with madness and blind faith The angel of death read between
Say goodbye cause you only die once My minds grotesque and so ugly, so focused, so hungry Trust me, young Gene Simmons, get in between womans Ill BIll
your parents its apparent you're staring at a legend who, put a few little niggaz in the they place before trying to eat without saying they grace before blasphemous bastard get your faith
