the top of my head I don't know what to do I know it's painful but it's got to be said These things you're going through Oh, you can't do that You always
, tough luck And we gon fuck the World til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down
the moon remains following my ride. Oh no, I can't let this night go by, the black must breaks the day I don't want my heart to dry, It says come into
that put it down, all the soldiers All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggled This is the ballad of a dead soldier! All the niggaz that
Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper
lot left to say To the empty seat that stood beside me through the fray Through the midnight moon Saw fit to light my way Got a lot left to say But where do
Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that
the bathtube angel I thought that you were dead. Don?t die on me Don?t dread on me My love is not the enemy. And you don?t have to be No ones biography
the floor put your back into it) Why don't you take, your dead-ass home if you ain't havin none (Don't just stand around and just watch is do it) [Chorus
the dead Will you forgive me for living Can't believe the things that they said Wonderful day for a killing It's killing me What do they do with your
em Cause ain't no way I'm let you stop me from causing aim When I say 'em or do something I do it, I don't give a damn What you think, I'm doing this
] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh
moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't
lonley days cant't stand it being on your own tell me bout your lonley days but don't you worry i'm coming back home you talking bout lonley days can't
facts that I know for sure Yet many don't believe in our carnival freakshow It's alright though, there's enough who do And only time will tell if our
Carnival) Remove your hats or we'll cut off your head (Show respect, youse amongst the dead) Don't like bigots and richie boy fucks (Ain't shit changed