the image its not your own isnt poverty fun when you can turn it off and on? youll know oppression when you no longer have the choice but for now
stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for
, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the
bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left
maneuver with the heat Think boy or get your brains left in the street Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it's out the tax, But I get your shines back for you
work for you every day and bring my money home to you" One day he up and left her and ever since that She waits down at the end of that dirt road for
grabbed the two nines out the flo' Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war Still on the run Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for
when we're dead and gone, the world keeps moving on, so I live my life like it's my final day. And no I ain't got much to lose, and no there ain't much left
: Tailored sheets, to fit this dirty bed, for once this dirt won't come all off I can?t be pushed aside. Wind is blowing thru closed doors With shadows
a bad boy since diapers and Gerber's My first words were "Bleep bleep" and "Curse curse" Never had ish, and I still don't deserve dirt My breath still
steal, we're all dead if you don't, we're all dead if you do. Eat your young, left to waste, insane leading the way, brainwashed to kill for you. Over
goes His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes I got dead bodies to the right I got dead bodies to the left I done took care of one, but what
I've nothing left inside for tears Comrades dead or dying lie I'm left alone asking why In the mud and rain What are we fighting for Is it worth the
Don't get left with the cops Gangsta, yeah, put that work in Put a nigga dick in the dirt Lace shots to the face Hopin it shut case, John Doe Unidentified
all I need Somebody, answer me! [Chorus] + ad libs [Jay-Z] Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free .. cause ain't no goin home for me It
in self loathing when the fucking dirt proves stronger than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had so what is left in life - but my destruction
