chose to ignore this tragedy. nothing left to lose. i am killing the dream, not the person you want me to be, change is for the weak. can't cope with
job on me But I'm proud to be that nigga in the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out [
can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't
you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me See Slim; {*screaming*}
calm and silent) (Out of mind) (Carries news from a distant shore) (Can't get it out of my head) (Can't get it) (Out of mind) (Can't get it out of my
Badly he fails Warning! Feel the heat of passion father king (Don't let him in, don't let her in) Desire, lust, obsession - Death - they'll bring We can't
sky one last time, Outlaw, that's all. Live or die, win or lose, can't be sure, no excuse. In the street a man lies dead, another dreamer bloody red
now I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep And you scream about it I hope your conscious eats at you And you can't
do ah job on me But I'm proud to be that nigga In the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way
want war Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on Yeah, Dawg home I break your jaw bone And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones Rappers don't
with the big nuts And he's flowin' like a breeze This ain't Halloween, ain't no trick or treat You young silly ass hoe's can't get shit for free I give
the floor, I don't know where I'm headed But I know if I'm headed somewhere that ain't for me, then you can get it Minutes from losing focus, sick is
problems I can - I can change your way of seein em) It's not as easy as it surely may seem You lose your life over the price of a dream Blow Yeah Ha
my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my whole book Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily At times I question God can you blame me they can't
make something outta nothing at all I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school They can't be wrong in
we know time ain't rolling back And hungry hyenas, they ain't folding jack So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep hunting And a young black man can lose
