Everything that I was taught has now become a lie, You sing my country tis of thee and they send you off to die I don't wanna be a pawn so money can
Out of touch with the modern world, I live alone on the bottom rung. You took the pain you had comin' girl, Inside my head it ain't any fun. Out
I wearing out my welcome and the line has lost my place seems like rhyme and reason has vanished without a trace I'm paranoid and terrorized and ain'
to face Does he kiss you in the way to say You're the other woman, the other woman You always be the other woman You always be the other woman Baby Trust
would come with new weather as the blank dormers stared at each other, or into thick Autumn air. Was that Allston in late 89, or some other place, some other
negativity and full of pain We're brothers, down with each other for they own gain So I keep on steppin', and keep on rappin' Statyin' above the others
I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers Now they fight 'cause they was doin' each other The girl posin
feat. ng Buck & Chamillionaire) [2Pac:] Quit starin' at me like a infa red nigga Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz
: (feat. Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas) [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation, no revolution
bedroom! Promised that I commit to you soon Tongue-kissed me every time you seen me step inside a room Straight out the hood We promised to be good to each other
, so they say, these ni**az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not while I'm walkin and rappin Heard of some ni**az on the other
hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter
a straight ridah.. 2 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac] So many battlefield scars
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out And that's the street scarred style I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-
have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome scars are
eliminate the weak, so we can go our seperate ways (Last Chorus) (The scars will never fade, fade away. Somethings will never change) I could turn the other
fault It's all mine I'm sorry for the troubles i caused I won't make other shit to you I promise You'll found me hidden somewhere A rope around my neck Or a scar
