| hands tied at ten then tied at two My scars won?t ever heal when I am lying in this metal tomb | Caught in this wreckage with you | hands tied at ten
with strife to give the boy the life (that) daddy always tried to lose she pauses there for another burbon listens to the morning rain with a hopeful hand
it up neat Held it off the edge Ten floors above the street And I let it go I let it go I let it drop and fall away Just waiting for the day That it
slept on the bench, ten feet away from the bullet proof fence But at least, I ain't have to pay no rent I'm thinking of espree, damn near positive that you regret me But I pray
pray to God that we don't die. As we ride the rough seas, As we soak from the ocean waves, I just hope for all our lives And pray that I survive. Four
I push Miracle Whips [Chorus] "... last call for alcohol, for my niggaz" [Outro] So this A&R over at Rocafella, named Hiphop picked the Truth beat for
stained underwear wipe yourself with paper bad little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate ate dinner up late gazing at the wall praying basketball was my future for
We pray to God that we don't die. As we ride the rough seas, As we soak from the ocean waves, I just hope for all our lives And pray that I survive.
m mustin, take no shit I'm bustin knockin niggas out make some motherfuckin Robutussin Somebody pray for me 1 ney 7 2 11 ain't the way for me For several
a coward Rebuild your strength like the new Trade Towers I thought that I was over, my life got devoured Now I'm on top and I pray for all the doubters
everytime we hit the parking lot, we turn heads I've been watched by parole - task forcin by the feds 'cause they know I got e'm for ten and they know
on the bench, ten feet away from the bullet proof fence But at least, I ain't have to pay no rent I'm thinking of espree, damn near positive that you regret me But I pray