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to be gone
So maybe I should leave you alone
The last time we talked it's been kind of long
And I'm sitting here writing this song
But I wish that we

from
You've changed and they can change too
Don't lose the fight with anger
Might turn this shit to a banger
Hanging on the sidewalk
Waiting for

Excuse me
It's recording?
(Said it's the real)
(Hip hop)
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Look
Another night, I'm consumed by the rage and the pains
Of a nigga bout

Don't Be Late

Saga

Defining Moments: Greatest Hits, Vol. 1

1994

had was old
I wasn't sure if I'd hear you
I'm glad you're still alright
It's all been arranged for ten
The streets should be clear by then
I've

Don't Be Late [CD-ROM Video; Multimedia Track]

Saga

In Transit

1982

HAD WAS OLD
I wasn't sure if I'd hear you
I'm glad you're still allright
IT'S ALL BEEN ARRANGED FOR TEN
THE STREETS SHOULD BE CLEAR BY THEN
I've

My Assassin

The Bled

Found in the Flood

2005

finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood.
Collapse.

This is our last chance.
There's no time for relapse.
Just listen for

to destroy us all
I admit I was wrong, but dragging this out too long
Was enough for me to write this song
And say I'm sorry for all the things I've done.

I need something to rid this pain
Something to drown out my shame
Sickened by feeling the same
Will it help or will it stay?

No more hope for my old

this swag's mystery
Even without wings I stay fly, post and settled
The time passes by, more money to be scheduled
Keep my jeans baggy so MC Hammer like

from stern to bow, stripped her to the core
And as her ashes danced away, a siren song began to play
That old ghost of a melody that haunts me to this

me run it up
You niggas reachin' for that bag, get you uppercut
I'm on the Steve Madden flow, this a button up

You sweet potato ass niggas, you be

want to thank you for the day you became little.

This glitter covering the land is melting in my hand so small,
And like an icicle I’m bound to break,

free
But how?
Baby how?
Teach me how?
Cuz your promises been getting old by now
Won't allow it
Let you go 'round and drag it
Trust me, won't be a habit

Son, you might be a cobra but I'm a mongoose
Grab you by ya collar never let ya neck loose
I avoid fake crews like I avoid the drama
And if ya become

those things linger deep
For too long I've kept the ego in a cage
But the damage my doubts did was basically the same
Confounded questioning my flaws-

In the saddle again
Not too fat for this horse
So far from that day at Griffith Park
In so many words
“Why can't you conform?”
c 7 stone weight on my

alone, be alone)
Because all these niggas all around him think
Too negative for him to show
(him to show, him to show, him to show
Him to show)
How he

should've said is yeah man come over and hang
Come feel what it's like to have a dad for a day but no
See now, I'm too damn selfish I know mine is falling

save me from the wrath of this old man, man
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile
Pray tell me I'm free to ride, ride for many mile
Oh yes, you got

to ride
By now they keep four feet on the ground
I'm getting too old to fight them broncos
I lose everyday in that corral
Everyday I get to thinking
That

Well you know I'm just a millennial
Too young to know too much
But 27 years inside this system is plenty of time to see it sucks
Educated by a long

She think I don't got it in me
Ima show you what the fuck I'm bout
(Feeling cold, feeling cold)
Its automatic aint no semi
There's only one way this can

a statement, Im here to claim it and 20 years later I haven’t changed a bit


They placing me on the guest list, they hear and respect this, what the white girls

different it’ll be. At this point it’s
Harder to remain as you, well, as everyone remembers me. There
Are days I’ve felt too stoic for life. But, I bet I can