your side without saying a word i was breathless. nothing to left to believe in. your worn face and hand tell the stories of solitude, endless friday night, and fucking fears
bye your side without saying a word i was breathless. nothing to left to believe in. your worn face and hand tell the stories of solitude, endless friday night, and fucking fears
purify your light inside it?s time to open up your mind for some more lies hold on, hold on could you lend me your ear all I wanted was to justify my inner fear
do All in due time ?Cause time never waits Daddy don?t daydream again Just help me to believe and then Show me that there?s more than the mean time Sonny
Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than
ghetto near you) (Street fame) Yo check this out I'ma tell you like this (Street Fame) If the lifestyle that you living Got you taking more fucking shorts Than
motherf**kin life f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin? Motherf**kers crazier than
side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life
been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it
to start nation building I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching childern That they can be all that they wanna to be There's much more to life than just
made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit, but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto
but I won't go I won't go There might be more than you be live (There might be more than you be live) There might be more than you can see But it's
to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news" I need you in my life girl, your too much
tryin to watch every move I make Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
dead But they all aim at my legs instead of my head I'm giving out ass whoopins while you're givin' out hugs I figured out niggas respect fear more than
get tight But I will make it right I'm so fortunate so fortunate I had to learn what meant more to me My family's became everything I miss you more than
the only remaining value lying in it's jagged edges. But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition. No fear of death but with fear of life
sounds behind my wall. Inside, a still, small voice, it calls and calls. Then like a thunder bolt, it falls and falls... My God! When life becomes more real than
