your gun where I?m from the 3rd world son Been to many places but I?m 3rd world born Guerrillas hit and run where I?m from the 3rd world son You polluted
the balcony And I crept into the choir and I begged them Brothers, sisters, help me please I said, "When I give you a signal " I said, "When I raise
that everywhere I go, I get engaged in a fight Hate that everything I say is just evasive and trife Enraged with a knife, I don't care who I slice I could
men I've done seen stabbings, I've done seen shooting's I've done seen a robbery, I've done seen two But I ain't even 15, so when I turn 16 Im'ma get
) I'm sorry for the lies That I kept telling you I'm sorry for the things I never said to you Expect to get your call almost everytime No matter
I know, I know, I know? Oooh?I know? I need to tell you? Just wanna say I?m sorry? Aaah!!! Don?t wanna make you sad I never wanna make you lie I never
I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'd like to come
, where I'm from: the Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third World-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted
in her younger days but i used to be the same way i cant even fuss or fight i just figure she'd stay wit me if i kept the lovin tight [oooh] (CHORUS
's page I was saying if you ve been sinning pursue God's grace I've been shooed off and spit at like Rudolph the Reindeer But I kept shinin' a lamplight
For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breathe you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd
think you're getting by. You say you go to church, you go to hell when you die. You got your husbend going tripping, Because he believes everything you say and gives the okay. I
on, cause money don't walk Somebody better talk, find the stuff she done lost I got my butt whooped for everything I did wrong And it was ON, cause niggaz kept
priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive I often don't know what to say When I talk to Him, when I pray In reply I receive
work it out That problem that I had I just couldn't seem to solve I tried and I tried But I kept gettin' deeper involved So I turned it over to Jesus
been a warm winter and a cold spring Everywhere I've been's felt wrong to me Everything I kept, what I never should have thrown away I wanted you for all those yesterdays I
Grandpa said to cousin jed Sittin' on the porch, "i won't retire But i might retread Seems like that guy singin' this song Been doin' it for a long
to hoes, rude as I wanna be Who wants some of me, this is no problem That I can't fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh) Hardcore niggas your nothin