Cling like so many drowning rats to whats been defined for you as "life" you take the offered hand without a second guess everything you ever learned
you held my hand we fucked away the rest of the night take my hand for this is my revenge. for every second lost. this is my revenge, (for every second
me you'll need at least an ounce plus It's in my nature I guess I'm fucking meant for this Ain't no type of censorship equipped for all my sentences The
rolling stones Shanghai'd in Shanghai Stood on in Tuscon Ripped off and kicked right out the bed Shanghai'd in Shanghai Laid low in 'Frisco Done in and left behind for dead
a bad piece of beef And even for a small fee You let your uncle get one off while you bounced on his fuckin knee Now what's my fuckin name? Left you
speak my mind, and my mind's telling me that I don't care, I don't care. Nobody gives a fuck about you in this cold world full of hate. I guess I'll
I'm cheap You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep You drilled a hole in my head Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead Oh,
niggas ain't real with this 'Cause nigga roes ain't killin' shit But yo, I guess it's dead and I be givin' you 2 To your muthafuckin' head makin' sure you're dead
.. Oooooh, but im still here. Im still here. Verse 3: Yeah i remember, we tatted are names on our arms for fun. Writin rest in piece for the dead and
bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons So sedation compensates for
last breath, the kiss of death, from the Smith&Wess splittin' flesh and I still got a mission left I keep they thinkin' second guess and Mr. Unpredictable
up on the over proof, level head the liable And leave ya for dead, fill fulla lead, incidents, classified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays, I guess
I got A monopoly or misery, I guess that's my lot Ten years of eating bullshit leaves, it's taste in your mouth And I think the time has come for me
I'm sick of picking the pieces And second guessing my reasons Why you don't trust me Why must we do this to one another We are just passionate lovers
NyQuil Givin' a overdose of this rap potent Potentially dangerous, fatally left open For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS Funeral homes, anticipatin' your death That's the dead
had a jail record Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home These evil streets got a mind of their own My pops left me for dead with just the clothes
had a jail record Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home These Evil Streets got a mind of their own My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes
guess he'z loving whatz left [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it though it may sound basic going through some bad times while were faithful for
