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Cold World Dedicated To Babies Who Came Feet First

can't run away from my fears times have changed, times are strange but i know i've seen the worst someone must know how i feel this is dedicated to babies who came feet first

Just how deep can shit get i'm in above my head again life put me in my place now it's written all over my face gotta get up, gotta get out i gotta change

Six million ways to die but you can't choose one it chooses you when your times through if there's facts of life there's facts of death you learn with

you don't, damned if you do be true that's all you can do in a world where you know there's someone below living a struggle you will never know but who

Home is where the heart is i'm without a home what's bangin' in my chest is stress don't leave me alone cause where there's a will there's a way i gotta

I'm sorry but i haven't been the same since i've seen the needle in his vein bottom of the barrel with the roaches and rats and a monkey on his back

, I get down, get up, I get down Yo, first I snatched the streets, then I snatched the charts First I had they ear, now I have they heart Rappers came

my own act. But, no... Always no, they always turned me down. One big world-full of no. And then Amos came along. Save sweet Amos. Who never says no