Letras:
Dead Stop Rather Be Nothing

Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer So let fam' keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [Red Cafe

he got a conscience? I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be

was dead. The sacrifice of a life, or rather an exchange, instead. Pity, regret and sorrow turned to hope, but even then the newborn winds up dead. Black

For weeks and months, stinking up the class Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus He nothing but an old dead

the world can't save our children I stayed out late, you heard shots, thought it would be Your older son on the ground dead, but fortunately The bullets

Rather I Be On My Ass Broke Instead Everybody Jealous Of You When You're Paperspread But They Quick To Wear Your T-Shirt When You're Dead It's Just In

cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from

room For weeks and months, stinking up the class Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus He nothing but an old dead

your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I'd rather