and clear So bold and clear Warning signs appearin' here Is it near? And I still want it And I'm still on it And I still want it And I still want it
your view How you gon' act like you compare to Him? You don't compare to the seraphim that cherish Him Man, you got two lungs that still need air in them
Approach for contact Cause I'm live I multiply Soon as I open fire Niggaz die wit' open eyes Scare to take a nap It's a trap a long maze Dreamin' of
on our enemies, beat em' at they own game molotov cocktails, releasing up in flames tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back lookin' through my rear view
: Tell me, I've got to know. Tell me, tell me before I go. Does that flame still burn? Does that fire still glow? Or has it died out and melted like
Until armageddon goes down it's not a legend It's kinda hard to view, paradise, But if you just try close your eyes you can view it But reality hits you
done for more I'ma switch it up and make life comfortable I'ma be the reason you not sleepin baby I'ma invade the thoughts you keeping maybe If you're still
to me Still, I'm looking for the perfect view The way I see it that's right next to you I know you've probably heard it before but I still I love the
months, that's right Besides he drinks too much, and smokes too many blunts And I'll be working out everyday thinking about you Looking at my own eyes in the rear view
losing my grip Maneuvering quick looking for [?] at her tits And beat it outside baby she'll be bruisin' a bit Whip it out so you all could get a view
lifes like a video shoot They ain't spittin the truth Tru, I got a similar view But I guess that's the damage the industry do I'm 28 unemployed, a grown ass man Still
position the queen and set the pawn And start transform like Deceptacon Anytime delegates have a discrepence Well a bare tension with some long weapons
1] BOOM! We learn from the old school When strictly thugs used to run it When one wheel wheely was the move Long before Bogle start dance and still deh
boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And you push , still you push, still you push
goin out to every hood We gonna make it You can look into my eyes See that I'm dead tired 6:00 in the morning Money still on my mind So if you want it
m gonna walk this way place without you a million miles, a perfect view to erase the routine, to save me and you i try to leave it all behind and still
broke free No longer torn in two He'd kill his brother if he only knew Their love renewed They'd rendezvous In a pathway out of view They thought no one
turn your back on me now When I need you the most Constant pressure tests my will My will or my won't My Self Control escapes from me still... Hypocrite
