I'm on my own Another thought crime I just can't make it I don't think I can take it and my mind is outta control My thoughts are racing, I've been pacing
It don't stop Keep goin' [Verse: Tupac] Now i've been called crazy To fade me is not possible I give a fuck What you thought or who you brought with
to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes To be honest it's a hard road Just keep your faith in God, knowin you'll get scarred though Look
back Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthaf**kin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though
a few years sheddin tattooed tears like Gram' Sammy, we feudin for the whole damn family We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime
been breathing fire Don't have room on my body For another scar The very thing that drives you, can drive you insane Got a head full of thought crimes
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road. I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt. I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts
) Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar) Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory His train of thought will stain that car (uh) I will
don't stop [Verse 2: KC Da Rookee] I declaire W-A-R Attacking with the form are Casualties and conflicts over the years we grow hard Resistance torture mental scar
end Pain [x4] Organized crimer,big trouble finder In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mix Crime
life takers Plus the other bosses wanna see yo guts Check your nuts Dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime
actions of men When I stood, I felt the same as if I just walked in I was twelve at the time, held nines, held mines A frail mind, criminal thoughts
Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled Five-star general, scars you want to angle Bizarre thriller, war scar
make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought
