hope is a foggy and distant memory no hope for normalcy Cling close to the legacy of loss and shards of life, of life And civilian loss on the other
ve taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We work
your LP but threw it out and bought my CD I'm like for real he's like yeah he said my music made a difference Got him away from all your words and images
a thought to make a word And it takes some words to make an action And it takes some work to make it work It takes some good to make it hurt It takes some bad for
just don't know why you would give it for free When I don't deserve it You know now, I wonder why You wouldn't want to charge a higher price You take a loss
's inevitable The loss of innocence Into reality Been like this ever since The apple tasted Followed by bitter tense We didn't use to know What any of these other words
the left You bust for Diablo, I still bust for UCEF Try'na see me on the MC tip, now, child please Vocab for years and freak enough stylees, swing Rep the thing for
nigga you should of got up Obey my orders, 'cuz shit like that'll leave you shot up For real, it's a deadmans party, leave ya body at the door A loss for
utter a single word when they saw what had happened. He understood that something was wrong, but nobody said anything; not to him nor to anyone else. Not for
holding up a store A calculated plan, to enforce what he's heading for Once I learned 'eye for eye', now I get pain for pain He wants me to die, I talk
', I heard the reaper done came to get ya So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor I've grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas
in shape I never participated in gym I hated the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin They say health brings you longevity But I'm not one for
Busta Bust for short, for some better know me Bust' Rhymes What's good? Maintainin', same here, just smashin' How the fam? They all good, my nigga, thanks for
Devil gets left, the Gods gotta get right to the source Of our loss, stop wearin' the cross, do for self, kill that "Yes, sir, boss," and when you do, from the other
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
If religion dies it's not my loss Perception always biased Feeding off a fallacy Your systematic way of life Decided for you every night Intentional conflicting words
shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor Fractured by my supernatural forces, face losses As I break backs like Superman on horses, word ajar Ancient
the back When the first class got delayed the snacks People can blame my past People can kiss my ass I'm at a loss for words Chad gon' sing the rest I'm waitin' for