a motherfuckin drug addict like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again,
, only tryin to help them self They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!! Type of kid
paint me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's
have mercy [chorus] Lord forgive me for all the wrong that I did All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid On Judgement Day consider this before you curse me I was only a
I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin drug addict like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at
me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad
draws me Though its only in You that I can truly see that its a feast for the eyes - a low blow to purpose And I'm a little kid at a three ring circus
self esteem, where the hell'd you put it?" Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model Wrecked the rental
Throw in a box like some caps at a hop-scotch game I cop drops mane, come peep what I whip whore A 62, got it jumpin like a 6-4 Soon as I hit tour, brrr
a zoo called america, Trapped in a cage called the hood Where they got me actin like a beast I'm bailin wit my khaki's creased Ain't gots to pack a piece
old and I'm gray [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat
a speeding bullet Has more rhymes than a train has tracks Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme Look, at the jam, on the mike (It's a bird!) (It
Your only true right, is a right to a fight and not a fair fight, I wake up wonderin who died last night Everyone and everything is at war Makin my poetic