I made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I've learned With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn In this
his eyelids Turn off his lights switch to darkness 'cause deep in the abyss Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife You's the wild child, kid cold turnin
gone and the ages shall roll My body will blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home And pity the miner digging my bones
my, be my baby, Be my little baby! My one and only baby, Say you'll be my darling, Be my, be my baby, Be my baby now! My one and only Baby. So come on
see it again and again Yes, am I taught to love above every reason Every one every season The compass will turn and turn again Turn again and turn again
comes around my nigga So why I'm still here I'm a hold down my nigga This for the gangstas and killas, drug dealers and wig splitters This for my niggas
made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I've learned With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn In this
in my own blood Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the
By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty or chosin' my dough So while you
a seven day high That heavenly song Punches right through my mind And pumps through my blood And I know it's a lie But I still give my love And my heart
keyboards And Dwayne on the engineering And once again, this style is dedicated to the heavenly Father Because you know ya rule Where can they go, where can they turn
jail, And I Wish that my grandmother wasn?t sick, Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn
dead and the ages shall roll That my body will blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home And pity the miner digging my
Thy blood shall be coloured black Finally, when i find that nazarene childsfuck of god His blood will spill, lying torn, torn, torn Then the heavenly skies of the saints will turn
, no more, no more will darken our life High above at the edge of the world We're searching for glory and peace When the time has come, you will see
, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup? Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all
get what they deserve cannot afford to be confined to a cell brainwaves swell turning a desert to a well experience the best teacher thoughts will spring