Brave with such a strong deception Better describes the moment you Wasted your whole conception I hate to admit it but I always knew I?m writing you
You know not what lies in your head Your freedom lies amongst the dead You feel the strength in numbers Number one, and now I'm done cuz you fled six
I'm huffing fumes because I'm willing to try anything trapped in the past by the clutches of those dead to me I'm hanging on by a morcel of my sanity
powers that be Don't want you to see through them And although you've been deceived Your life is not yet ruined So why cancel this subscriptive service
You can read me just don?t page ahead You?re better off indifferent with everything I once said Like I am so straight talk me please I?m living in a
The world's on your shoulders All that weight on your back Really realizing We're under attack I've been waiting Since yesterday For the sun to rise
its a felony so far 'Cause you can't have fun in your own town It's the small town cops that need a beat down Dodgin' bears with the Bandit, No Service
daydream my life away I?ve got nothing left inside of me to deal with this bullshit everyday I never really cared that much anyway are you ready to
well we?re born and we?re bread and we?re taught and we?re fed all the brains in my head can?t contain all that?s said so I live and I die and I fall
: A blinding flash of light A cry of pain and agony People search for medicine No sense in moving underground Bodies burn and turn to ash There's no
, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo Here I come from the housin' tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects
got that somethin' She got that somethin' that I like The CL's waitin' just as soon as the plane lands The ball on the city is the game plan Bottle service
back to God And the word that help Dorothy get home from Oz Thirty frames per second, these films we be perfectin' Scenes of light put through all projection
Rival gangsters sit down To plan an after-school program A religious fanatic posts footage Of an interfaith service project A group of teenage boys watches
s like being in the livest Lambo in the hood you a piece of steak I'd rather be that than some bacon every project is a throne, only just bigger stones
don't use soap I fuck around and piss all over your leather, faggot ass trenchcoat Don't ever act hardcore, you's a suburban nigga, you get serviced
buy my ampex reels Pay for studio time, droppin verse with dope words I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve Rahway state prison bring my projects
got shot four times in the face Standin on west 8th street, two blocks from park place It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up Closed casket service