Lyrics:
I'm lost for words
And I'm standing by the edge
Why did we fall this way
So many people and I hear the same voice
Tell themselves its ok
Keep
I'm the kinda brotha
Who been doin it my way
Gettin my bread for years
In my career
And every lover
In and out my life
I hid love and left
In grey flannel, Nicky ...(?)
When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt,
Excruciating, no duplicatin' this fury
Look at the lawyer with a grin
No more dead weight, cut it away
The force of vengeance is inside of me
It's all coming back at you
Till my heart stops this lives through me
Why oh why must I have this rash
No girls talk to me they just step back
Should I lift weights? Would that make me more sexual?
Maybe wear glasses
and then I forget that I belong to Him
And I strike out on my own
Faithful is the one who called me by my name
And gently leads me back home
So I sing,
in a million ways
[Chorus]
Now I wait in the cold
and this is getting old
No more stories, no more lies
Take me off this ride
When you see me
you get all your chances
So make no mistakes and make sure that nobody else advances
Make your way to the top by any means necessary
And carry on until
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's
to stay
Ready to take you around the way
So get ready for this
Mind your own biz
Cause I invented the microphone biz
No need to sit, cause we're
am none
I fear the end
Growing stronger every second increasing every day
There's no way of knowing how much more I can take
Will there be
a game but no one knows
Now you know how the story goes
You're always thinking of the way it used to be
Today's the day to
Give it back to them
But you
Wu-wolves wit' no way to escape
Do it from the mouth, crush bones cause this is my house
And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south
Chorus
steps
Where ever you may be
I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali
Where homies run up in bunches
Beat you crutches in the back of an alley
Call me Daddy
When
to feel that way
Young boy...barely turned nineteen
Shipped off overseas, with a gun and green beret
Atrocities he's known
A big hero back home
but I can't stop sinning
Little homey I'm a true blue, I thought you knew fool
No cards I can't pull, no hoods I can't shoot through
Big pimping you
a reason
and I'm breathing.
Not even demons scare me.
Is it necessary to panic?
By now I feel prepared. See, I planned it to be one way, but of course it
little glass booth, in that highway to dreams
I was not that good of a student in school
But this life taught me lessons
That made me no fool
Oh, my
About to fall
To rise your eyes
A light ray shines
The steps freeze
No way out from here
A new day dawns
To teach new lies
The jailer of your soul
fold
And I rock this till I'm grey and old
And I've got you with me so let's roll
I've been rolling since back in the days of skateboards
Still my
in every way
So I paid him lots of money to tell me
It's been a tough week, what can I say
Were you killed by video?
'Cause I can't get you
Nobody knows what you're going through
But I know this much is true
I need you in my life
I need you by my side
I wanna see your face
I needa
fact not fictions, I'm all in,
Do ya time like a G fuck what the streets said,
The way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya feet man,
Ain't no
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