cars to escape all of the pain Escape your brain and so it stays the same We would not lay down, keep on fighting We won't live in vain, keep on climbing
place but some ones figgin my nuts I got it done well sittin with my pants around my ankles dry humpin my hand Alot of mother fucker claim the insanity
Man lives in a sun lit world of what he believes to be reality But there is unseen by most, an underworld That is just as real but not as brightly lit
me My family is wanting me to break free Plus it's looking as if I'm about to die, in the arms of the justice Plotting my escape, before I made it to
for signs Hollow lives Is there ever any wonder Why we look to the sky Search in vain Asking why? All alone where is God? Looking down we don?t know Is
in the grass, I ain't escapin too fast I got a whole lotta playa haters, hatin my shine I don't know why, suckers keep hatin my grind (My grind-grind)
How could we lose Angel? Maybe you'll see why When you stop escaping your pain At least now if you try Angel's death won't be in vain His death is in vain
in vain Do not let me be lost) [Tenor Solo:] Cor Contritum quasi cinis Quem patronum rogarturus? ne me perdas (My heart is as though ground to ashes
barrel Blood bubble, eyes narrow Vains bulged from the forehead More trouble than it's worth gray matter goes red so I pause for my head two fingers to my
dough "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 5x) [big juss] A hot wire like a third rail is live (repeat 3x) From here to oblivion
is priceless Word to my nephew, my niece The way I hold mic devices With innate skill, don't be surprised kid There is no denying, this is the way it
hold these truths to be self evident: #1 George W. Bush is not president #2 America is not a true democracy #3 the media is not fooling me 'cause
through the passage All I need is a sign Skip, skip, skip over this emergency Forgive my sins, don't force me in To live like a phantom Still, this is
wills Children of the earth See not their worth - Wasting their lives In vain, in pain - It is no surprise Stillborn again Another cig I slump my
, memories of a dream will remain As the world falling calls and our lives all in vain Fire in my soul will forever rise again Nothing in my mind to
Mac talking: I'ma send this out to my nigga soulja slim My nigga cold jack, my nigga curve My nigga ween just touched down Verse 1 I was on my way
Mac talking: I'ma send this out to my nigga Soulja Slim my nigga Cold Jack, my nigga Curve my nigga Ween just touched down Verse 1 I was on my way
day When enough was never enough Vain, how I played my hand One more reckless man in the rough Strange, how we explain the story That we've lived through Change, my