wrong with a single decision ? Can I be wrong when I?m fighting to win ? Can I be wrong of going this way ? nothing will change if you do what you feel
NIGHTMARE thats what I am America's nightmare I am what you made me The hate and evil that you gave me I shine of a reminder of what you have done to
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to
feel my pain Saying, I'm a bad guy, why's that? Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga, I react Secretly though, I know you admire that You wish you
wanna cut crime down, I do something positive and they fly down, I'm pissed off, so I lie down, Grab a spliff, grab a pen, and I wind down. Mad poverty
I want you to know That I'm the master blaster rapper who's runnin' the show And to all of you rappers in every country You better stop what you're doin
display my personal feelings and experiences And so far I ain't felt what happiness feels like Or experienced anything but hard times and heartache So I apologize for not makin' you
some time Only thing I ever murdered, was college ruled lines It's a patent punishment, in America's design Arrested and incarcerated for other peoples crimes, it's
't really matter Where you go, where you've been Beautiful foreign lands you've been in Gun play rains, summer and shine Stay inside, you should be fine
the world gon' feel my pain They sayin', I'm a bad guy, why's that? 'Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga I react Secretly though, I know you admire that You wish you
and something to prove What do I do live thug life nigga stay true? I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven for a real G? Lord, forgive me if you feel
to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever
fast he's grown weak Kay, you know what, this decision must be made now And only now, isn't he young? He's a stand up guy, he's a born leader, he has
mouse Your family's upset and you've got to go When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
, that's what I am, America's nightmare I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
out What makes this world go round It?s not man holding ground with dope sound We gots to ask Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill When you
