It's time to cut myself out It's time to break away The only rising And I know it looks back like I'm trying to hide I'm just estatic from the morning
a new freedom and a new happiness. We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know
learn From the past But those days Are gone We can hope For the future But there might not be one The words stuck in my mind Alive from what
all I do is stand here and feel my nuts, but i'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush, you dont feel it then it must be too real to touch, feel to
-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back
against the wall [chorus] I am the bloodstained past at last That's finally caught up with you like The glint of steel from out of the dark the last Thing you will feel
take me on I am the bloodstained past at last That's finally caught up with you like The glint of steel from out of the dark the last Thing you will feel
Break] I wanna understand everything you talk about baby That's my word, cause I feel the same way You know what I mean? I've been feelin this way for
: (feat. Jay-Z) [Talkin: Lil Wayne] Yo This right here is crazy I feel big ya'no not big in the sense of wieght Ya'no wat I mean like gaining weight
unexplainable fear is experienced I close my eyes, I feel a soul above I look into his eyes His face... ... My face Is staring at me [Writer:] I'll
m still here, in this rut Looking back on everything that we had Holding on to words that we can't take back What am I to do with the past, when it's
moment your whole life can turn 'round I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down World feels
who push up their face and stare, and just stand But thank god tonite its a totally different affair I'm so excited and delight almost feel to take
the epilogues from the books that we have read and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair we must stare, we must stare, we must stare
back of a Contour I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns Tired of being stared at I'm tired
the back of a contour I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns Tired of being stared at I'm
heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back
I do is stand here and feel my nuts, But I'm a show you what, you gonna feel my rush, You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch, Feel to touch