s talk about friends. Bizzy Mo Thug in him, and even all of the people that'll support me, when I'm in a bind and all the way to depend on, I don
with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take 'em all back to the street I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster You see a nigga
days i know i still fight the power I know we came a different way than the mayflower All them players rentin rims and hummers Got taught by a teacher
a 20 sided die Once we were not found divine, must roll for soul The worst is drownin in the moat we're bringin on the antidote Underneath the cloak of night Without a
murderers Heard of this gangsta crackin necks Runnin all night with a jet black 9 In a g-ride killin up your whole set Givin a damn with a strap
hidden Others maintain, nothing is forbidden The key to the mystery And our mind explodes in a post-atomic dawn The future breaks like a tidal wave,
a midnight ride that's wicked Everyone around it comes in feeling Fed up with the way their rooms are hidden Take me to a place where doors are open A
With this looming precious ending There's no more room for reprimanding Oh, when words are lightly thrown In a world that's caught in a writer's web
did they teach you love? Yes, they did but poor and hidden And did they teach you death? Yes, they did but just a part of it What does that mean, a part
brother and sister are equally close Giving to the enemy a small exercise in submission And holding onto nothing He was thought of as strange, a good looking man And shallow eyes like two hidden
eye Double talk, too many lies Hypocrites all the way Doing as we do not see A loving father In camouflage concealed Slaughtering babies Because their enemies
hope Digging ditches, hidden rises and unknown Pure golden days would come One light, so bright, so I go Chorus When you can't change what you see Can't define your enemy Looking for a
Week He's Got Explosives CHECK Corrosives CHECK A Master Of The Art Of Murder Mermaids Weep The Blackened Tears So You Swim To A Sunken Ship Invited By A
been running trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals A forgotten rebel
border, someone give me a quarter 'cause I'm a prank call, cop shot just for kicks payback for everytime that they called me a spic and Porturigan chicks
rot themselves from the inside out Your flaws are fooling you They find themselves in others I'm a black sheep with a hidden smile Some things never change You're a
Never tryin' to stick together Murder in the city streets Make you fools feel better So I just walk in a pace Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch
