shit, I'ma destroy her fetus Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us Straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding Remi don't write
find my seat So cover your chest, protect your head If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you fall dead I kick it wicked like a wizard, rhymin? every letter To beat me
mine, and he writes me once a week Sends me my very own winnin' numbers I'm practically on easy street Well, I don't know, I reckon Ed just likes me a
Meet me at the shore or should it be half way I've got a feeling I'll wake the dead tonight And they're headed right this way I'll write it on the walls
you don't go back Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter
just so many haters you never know, alright [Verse 1] As I read this letter and as you listen I know right now I'm either dead or in prison I'm writing
out my heart When it's late night we litter the landscape Animate our dead opposition to get one last phoney handshake I read a lot and write a lot,
the wall Mother, can you ever forgive me for takin' a life? I'm only nineteen, becomin' a man over seas I wrote you this letter under fire, can you
music 'till it can't breathe. On it's whole, words are the life support. Without me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless. Without me I'm just
shot If you don't speak up Say all the words that you never said Write all the letters that I never read Show me your words or the love is dead Just
of truth, or the inheritance that'd enlighten me? No voice shall answer to my probe and throbbing prayers... But certainty and madness write in ashen letters
click. try me i visit it every day time passes but i cant stay away im lonely i have no one its just me and my gun got my gun a revolution against me
to you Jack But he little knew the sorrow that he brought me When he handed me a letter edged in black With trembling hands I took the letter from him
let's bring it through youknowhatI'msayin' bring that shit through nigga. What's up yo yo. Ras Kass: Well it's the R double AK triple S the letters
would be me! Who your wife he let fuck her for free? That would be me! Who get your ass shot dead in the street? That would be me! Who stand damn near
Bu in that moment you fulfilled me Now I tell all my friends I fell in love with a dead boy I tell my family I wish you could have met him I write letters
I can't stand it, I can't even try to cope And you don't know me, you can't help me, you can't offer me no hope It's too late to try and stop it, I done
me? Ooh, can you hear me?) Can you hear me? (Ooh, can you hear me?) (Ooh, can you hear me?) The radio reporter said the line's all dead He told me that