me and surround me Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed They so cold I know that they're out
my heart turn cold I stay G'd up I'm a gangsta you find out for sure If you ever step on my toes I stay G'd up When I'm hangin' out that window with
I blaze mics for days Hit the page like stage then burn sage Then engage, this ain't a phase or some played out gimmick That's word to Kemet for the
burning down, down, down, down I'm burning down, down, down, down I'm burning down, down, down, down I'm burning down every last memory I'm burning
hopeless Said a prayer for the homie whose locked up and wrote this He got to get out and change his ways While I'm looking for a way to explain these days
blow Eyeing the folks below and watching everybody run Each one heading for a different place Watching everybody hide, each behind a different face Home where the days
find out what is the truth) (The data don't compute we need more information to find out what is the truth) (We need more information to find out what
I'm gay Truth of the matter come around one day it's alright I look at this life line stretched way all across my hand I look at the burned out empty
life be like An' me you know I love the good life An' you, I know you hate the hood life I watch you as you turn an' turn An' burn an' burn from all
days Strike the spark to start, and burn a bluer blaze Maybe we missed it but um, what if we didn't these drums Maybe the difference is needed for when
we didn't have us a good run so burn all the blankets and dry all the tears we can always go further out west and i'll meet you out there in the vastness
She's so hot you can't even hold dat Her fire make ya burn on contact Deep like dis track Now a days she don't need be hold back Sneaks out to the
the Sundance Kid would find it hard To shoot his way out of this hole I'm in Yeah, even the Sundance Kid would find it hard To shoot his way out of this
't be dragged out you know things that can hurt me but i won't let you get that close anymore you know the ones i hold dear to my heart but i burned your
hit the canvas, now she at Saint Frances Six o' clock services, feel the nervousness Of having to look at death perfectless I'm smoking roaches burning the shit out
to me Don't put out this fire, it's burning for Burning for me, burning for you Stand within the sunlight, press against me Takes me back to other times, different days
[Slug] [Mixed vocals] Whatta you mean what was my childhood like? What difference does that make? Yo, my childhood was messed up, so what? Everybody's
take it before its too late i support wangster prevention, send those fakes to detention dont even mention the haters, im on a different dimension its