filled with this thorn heart inside waiting for the brightest day hand held one hand over mine waiting for this dying day faced with an enemy burned inside
I want to shed my skin, to rip out of this paper thin jail cell. Metamorphosis. Evolution. Blood loss is only the riddance of filth. Some call me manic
They come from the cities And they come from the smaller towns Beat up cars with guitars and drummers Goin crack boom bam [Chorus:] R.O.C.K. in the U
I don?t have to play games Celebrate for name?s sake Of celebrating ways to make you Fumble in your grave I won?t wear my black suite Or watch the ten
there's an o.d. case in the pool there's a couple passed out on the stairs watch your shoes cause they'll steal you blind you aint gonna find the winners
They threw rose pedals at the feet of the christ when I entered the center Motherfucker I'm cold as the winter My waves were spinnin like blades on pirellis
When we broke down In that small mining town I was ready for quitting My guard was down It was summer all day In your dad's chevrolet And so we decided
(feat. GangStarr) "Yeah, they talkin about rap." "We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about. It's not about college or what
[Chorus: Lil' Fame] Primetime (New York, New York) That's the place where the soldiers die (New York, New York) That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (New
[Swizz Beatz] Yo man, it's a real game out here Know what I'm sayin Nas? Beats back in effect man Swizz Beatz da monsta (what's poppin?) [Nas] Get in
game that nigga you was tellin' me about from California I'mma handle him in the flesh Salute to Jim Jones, salute to Juelz Santana Everybody who embraced
(feat. Buju Banton) [ Buju Banton ] Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
That's a night my mind Has erased eternally You're accusing me of murder But I'm not that kind of man No! I don't remember where I was But I didn't do
We're all just singing along to the same tired beats and hollow songs, as if there's nothing wrong. These are familiar games. They're well rehearsed on
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