back to me We're making fiction of our lives Burning pages as we write We read the lies between the lines These dead letters won't survive We're making fiction
shake you up but found out you were dead Like a lead in the wind, you left me standing alone to face the demons in my head We're making fiction of our
Tradução: Niños En El Camino. Ficción.
up To shake you up And found out you were dead Like a leaf in the wind you left me standing alone To face the demons in my head We're making fiction
to shake you up but found out you were dead Like a lead in the wind, you left me standing alone to face the demons in my head We're making fiction of
and fiction Chorus: I'm tryin' a find a way I'm tryin' a find a right And if I budge I just might I'm tryin' a find a way I'm tryin' a find a right
not And I was 16, Havin wicked and sick dreams And witnessin Crips schemes on missions to get cream Seein apartment managers evictin indigent fiends Whose kids
the cracks my tool for inspiration turned into a handicap no matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap they lost the way
been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track, I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction, The way you rhyme and live in life's a
books on tape I'm running to catch up to that old VW They're leaning out the back You've never heard of fiction You've never heard of fact Way back
Down the street and I found Separation of fact and fiction I'm trynna finda way I'm trynna finda right And if I budge I just might I'm trynna finda way
they shooting these victims over their view on religion yeah why do we all search for love like we got cupids addiction why with politicians you can?t tell the truth from the fiction
lots of pimples. I wore really wussy clothes. Most of the other kids called me a faggot. Even some of the other wusses called me a faggot. There was maybe five kids
, buk, buk, buk buk, buk Still rockin', what's poppin', you still lookin' shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way
the author's authentic Most definite, every episode's a epidemic So when you research, check it, here go the evidence They represent with lyrical negligence for presidents My science existed, without the fiction
[Intro: (interpolation from "Pulp Fiction")] The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of
the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the
