fire is? Yeah The body of hot, the motivator of pots Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you What the future
I hear my momma say Slow down, baby you're going too fast You got you hands in the air with you feet on the gas You're 'bout to wreck your future running
weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high, I still do both but somehow I got by. Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed, Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost
, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost
I went into the world, and I came back in I lost Mary, oh I got her back again And driving home tonight feels like I've found a long lost friend It's
Send a telegram Tell me your thoughts I want to live for a day And the way that we lost But it was under the train Got crissed not crossed Left the keys
in their wine And their eyes And their gasoline hormones Accessories accessorising You said go You said stay You said try a combination But I din't even know where to start I was lost
the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet. Good friends we had, Good friends we've lost along the way. In this great future you can
part? Then I started looking for some sympathy (You know that boys can still be boys) Churning out this hurting deep inside of me (Just like a child who lost
going nowhere fast And every step would take me toward the past I began to shrink inside So small that when my lonely knot was tied I was an echo in your mind Lost
Sunday They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it? How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry Lost and lonely,
got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit Click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it aw shit, goddammit I'm havin' a fucked day to begin with I lost
There's gonna be some stuff that you're gonna see That's gonna make it hard to smile in the future (No noubt) But whatever you see, through all the rain
Well it seems that I was lost in intoxicated nights Following the trace of ecstasy With no future and no past just the present was alive Like a prisoner
Baby, try to hold on Till we make it to forever We're alive and the future never dies We're alive and the future never dies In your eyes the future
truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds of the ghetto, future of the
air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands up Police questioned but shot before she answered One Panther lost