why Don't you hate that feeling When you know something's not right You can't put a finger on it But you know someday you might Well that's the story
still got smoked at Bebe's party But you're not the first or the last You're nothin but a short story from the past You're dead now, not number one but
, not grown I was not ready for a world so cold I was not prepared to make it on my own I was not ready for what life unfolds And it was too much too
ever last the night So build a wall, behind it crawl And hide until it's light So can't you hear your babies crying now? Mama, they try and break me
years old, He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home. And his mother held his photograph up in the New York Times You see
until I discovered its precious secret. The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own. It is a genie that grants all the wishes you
to me if you think that you're ready to Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right through This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me Without
' Keepers of the flames, do you feel your names? Can't you hear your baby's crying? Mama, they try and break me Still they try and break me S'cuse me
the ones in a class of zeros Hip hop's not dead, it was on vacation We back, we bask in the confrontation You can ask me, have any conversation You
Last of the Mohicans, well, maybe not the last Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf Gettin' the shakes now Last call for drinks, bar's closin' down Sun's
stuck in denial this shit can't be God tell me why you had to take Noah from me Why the fuck you had to go and take Noah from me? I told myself I'd
what it's like and how is to be me The most underrated in hip hop history Think I care if you disagree? You ain't got no song out And right now you're
please pass by All you men who should have been Your fathers beat you down Your mothers loved you badly Your teachers stole your crowns And the wars you
on me Doin' three to five hard labor, for armed robbery I had two years behind me but I could not wait the time Every time I thought about it, well I
you going with it The bank wants my house and everything in it Seen it in others eyes like a failure left alone You're a working class hero from the
A stranger rushing blindly through the day Pre Chorus Burning Horizon you are calling me Burning Horizon you will set me free Chorus Once a hero, now
the world Here's to you Hey, hey, here's to you, till the last bullet's fired Welcome, sweet needles of success Here's to you, you got to shoot, not