IT AND YOU SHOOT IT AND NOW IT'S MELTED YOUR MIND I'M BRINGIN' IT DOWN, THIS HAMMER I'VE GOT THIS IGNORANCE HAS GOT TO BE STOPPED I'M BRINGIN' IT DOWN
the last time i cried (chorus) can you take me away? i saw all the good get caught in a rage it left me down-i'm down it left me down and confused
Nothing on your mind your head's hanging low melting into the crowd and taking it slow you're a little jumpy you seem a little tense you're not outspoken
glue it was so funny, remember how we laughed growing cold, i can?t get away from the past it goes right for my throat it crushes me, but i won't let it
Just like you i chose a path and fought to make it work thought i found what i was looking for oh god i'm fucking lost like you, i face rejection
feel I have nowhere to go Because you tell me it's wrong To let my feelings show I've Lost My Place To turn I know I fucked it up I turned away
throwing our names around were we supposed to let it keep us down? now i've had friends they passed like the breeze and more than once it took me
I feel the hate, it keeps coming down coming down like the rain look at me, i'm getting drenched we keep getting caught up in this raging wind now
t fuck yourself next time you read out di budget Di government case, ah poor people a judge it Dem bring di guns but di youths dem ah bust it Bun dem
It's What These Cridicts Call Something Dont Mean Nothing They Dont Live It Like They Writ It Yall It aint da car It's Tha Way It's Kitted Yall Meaning
put that over me Hard that I can see baby? It's damn, girl look at you Girl you fly as fly can be And nothing I can say baby It's damn, look at her Girl
aint puttin down my glock the gun shots rang when i lose nigga, and ooh nigga imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha) lay it down just to prove
just like a dope fiend It seems - my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring
fuck it bow down to no man Startin' trouble for no reason we up to no good Playin' the block all season nigga i'm so hood Holdin' it down Bringin' pounds
at me Judge, before they see the man Cash stones im losin for they deal my hand Could you roll one up Toe beneath me The devil got a player down on his
you are? It can't be over! It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout? Nigga gimme a drink. And tha haters can't stand it. They can't believe
Michael Stipe (R.E.M): Everybody thinks we're wrong Alicia Keys: Oh, but who are they to judge us (Who are they to judge us) Together we can all be
