You break my heart...then again, you break everyone's heart
met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know
Was chased erased and then thrown away And day to day we live in a daze We march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams, no
NO Can can can you imagine a time when the truth ran free The birth of a song and the death of a dream (The birth of a sun the death of a dream
a model chick I ain't smashing New cars for all my homies when I bring that cash in Never had my father in my life, he was a dead beat Moms worked two
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing
Prince cover Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war, just after I'd wiped away his last tear I guess he's better off than he was before, A whole
for you is to rap So I'mma fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'mma do it to death And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate your life Elevate to
gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie? We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started
to funerals, readin' rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one
day living out a lie Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Life lies a
yiah Yiah yea yea Hey yiah An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death
sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend
Some see a teacher Standing on a hill Speaking words of wisdom Some see a healer Reaching out his hand To give sight to a blind man Some see a dreamer
I'm not quite the saint that you claim to be Did Dr. Martin Luther have a dream? Was Haile Selassie a king? And is it okay to sometimes feel a little
to be buried in a pet sematary I don't want to live my life again I follow Victor to the sacred place This ain't a dream, I can't escape Molars and
nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light It's the hood life, don't fight A