Letras:
Story At The Still Point

At the still point, the still point At the still point of desire At the still point, the still point At the still point of desire At the still point, the still point At

, But with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain But I'm so glad to be here And my music's still sincere Lets get back to the story, All of this pain

wit it I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little bit harder Harder my niggaz stories

wit it I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little bit harder Harder my niggaz stories

moving very much at once its been awkward i still offer it when its that time of other girls shower but i give out flowers to curious strangers who throw dollars at

their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night You can still hear the footsteps of

got shit to lose And I wish that I could help you With what you hope to find But I'm still out here waiting Watching reruns of my life When you reach the point

day you'll be a star I live in the house And it's full of pain But still out the frame I'm going insane I stay on point like a sniper Chillin' in the

parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home