Letras:
A P My Life Your Entertainment

y'all care, shed a tear, hollar y'all wish we Spent more time together Write my momma a letter Miss Bridges, we feel your pain Shoot my little girl some change Keep my

neighborhood All my niggas smoking good P.A., one time EightBall, Craig Love (yeah) Press the button [K.P.] Look like marinating time as I check my watch

Hug the floor while we playin' tug of war with your life Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife Deliver that shit that coroner

that dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your

slangin, but wasn't a kingpin, a slow case n', verdict probation Tried to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack

isn't a show, this is my fucking life I'm not ashamed, you're entertained But I'm not a puppet I am a grenade I'm not ashamed, you're entertained But

'm trapped in a storm In a place we call Earth I tried to stop but I just slid Into a path where hatas are dwellin' my life Lie in the hands of others

means abandon ship Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't fix Transmittin live from apocalypse And the cho-co-late, boy wonder, my

? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all as responsible