into his side Talk to Jesus Christ As if he knows the reasons why He did it all for you Did it all for you He did it all for you 5: Orestes Metaphor
're so afraid to respect yourself I led you down garden path after path With carrots on a stick I'll let you taste but never embrace Peek in the wrong
all wrong - I can sleep standing up, and still look awake, for 6 bucks an hour, for 8 hours a day, where's all my money go an hour after I get paid,
laps the races My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim After ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla I found myself in South Dakota All
, pushed the blue then all of a sudden I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting mack 10s Backflip under the porch and Pulled out my piano wire
our song Wisteria clinging to dawn In places we used to belong they're playing our song I hear them playing our song long after the embers are gone In places our love was all wrong
you follow our plan man and you'll be free let me explain one thing so you can see we.... Chorus Now Im back in the herb gate all wired up constantly
competition, now they all gone Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip Cause we can all
(Courtney, Todd, Daltrey) Days go - so slow Life just slipping away Day after day The wall's too close to me now Oh I can't take too much more All the
, pushed the blue then all of a sudden I heard footsteps of at least three men running sporting Mack 10s Backflip under the porch and Pulled out my piano wire
use the beat to paint my pain But nowadays man I can't complain I got several automobiles and they all on thangs Several size of tangent and they all
're the ones you would think I would say, "If there was a me for you" All alone at the '64 World's Fair Eighty dolls yelling, "Small girl after all"
ay' night around 12 you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em!) And know niggas is rats, some boys is wired And the food in the supermarket's all expired
(feat. DJ Clue, Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams
must have been a fool cos now I see the real you You couldn't even look me in the eye I knew something was wrong you can't justify -it's all lies Telling
to use the beat to paint my pain But nowadays man I can't complain I got several automobiles and they all on thangs Several size of tangent and they all
? Where did I go wrong? Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I, leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky. A labor of love is the truest of all