Letras:
Young Son This Far

close to me This love second to the worship To the one who died for me Young, talented and humble Cuz I ain't boasting, b But you can't tell me this ain

that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer Before you call this

of places. And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house. This your land. Your only son done became

cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say I made it this far. Many G's died

one of these thug rapper guys But this one will help you realize, and use both eyes to recognize the type of action that this amount of money buys Now listen son

younawhaI'msayin? I mean...you're lucky in this game too There's gon' be another cat comin' out Lookin' like me, soundin' like me, next year I know this

quit before I die dream on Man they treat me like a legend Am I really this cold I'm really too young to be feeling this old It's about time you admit

from the "subconscious" cd) [recorded live at the limelight, ny, march 4, 1993, with james labrie on ] [vocals. this is the version of this song from

off this bottle, now it's pushing me off, Asphalt to me has never looked so soft, I bet my momma found my letter, now shes calling the cops, I gotta take this