day is ours and that dream is dead Life's about living what is ahead Life is full of questions and I may never find the answers The hardest fight is
I'm plagued by what I'm supposed to be Your life, your goals That's not what's best for me You've shown me your dreams of who I am Well this is my life
Now look straight ahead From a heart oh so cold to a world so dead I'll keep searching for the truth until you bury me Is it all just make believe? Filled
fact that you've turned to everyting you're not Searching for acceptance Whatever it takes Selling everyone out Your life's a fake I hate everything you love
Everytime I fall away, part of you pulls me back in I try to run, but your love embraces my pain I'm never willing to give enough I'm never willing
ve felt, I cannot deny But a flame still remains And it burns in my heart I will not sit back and watch as time tears me apart Take back today Fight for
Where are you now? The choices that you made The prices that you've paid Was it all worth it in the end? When all is said and all is done Where will
uncertainty Image means everything, not what you hold true The distance between us is miles You don't know what this means You don't know what is real
show this world what you're reall made of This day is gone and my respect is lost But this life is far from over I'm still holding on Showing the world just what I love
Nigga, and we ain't hard to find [Tupac] Hell nah we ain't hard to find [C-Bo] The whole clickilation fool [E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right here
I find, peace inside And let love come save my life (Everything is fine) Can I find, peace of mind (Barricades in time) If you ask, everything is fine (Everything is
am the [?], You can't trade me. Hate me or love me I spit greatly. Fuckin up the track, My town is crazy. I'll be back on the beat, Back like the red
Now disease and germs...IN WAR Can't go release your sperms...IN WAR Stamina must preserve...IN WAR Fire constantly burn...IN WAR RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED
now that had blocks in the eighties Six months five years for you just to cop out Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out Fights break out
Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways
I stroked your ear One last breathe of your hair, stared for a second Then the doorway beckoned I'm a lover not a fighter So I didn't fight the fact that
same time You got the right to remain violent and aim nines They got no love for, just slugs for you Who want it? I fight back like a rat when he cornered
