my collar I wish that I could get a million copies sold if I'm broke I'd rather die I don't want no more poverty-'Ro and oh sometimes I wish that I was
this is my life I often wish it was easy, but the road so cold I make one and pay three, I gots to make two mo' And coming short don't add up, niggas
nigga wash away the pain sometime I shed ghetto tears daily baby, I can't hide the fact Feeling like everybody's out to get me, so I don't hide my strap
to ride in the pack What about my medical condition, it's some bullshit We don't give a damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with Ask me why, I don't
-E, I ain't slowing down I've been a soldier from the jump, don't run up to get you stomped Or dump the side of my trunk, this reality ain't no punk So
goes hard, plex (Chorus - 4x) Plex, time to have plex Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech [Z-Ro] Rolling by my motherfucking self you don't want
cheve looking for shit to go down For my real ass players, man, they don't want me now Use to show me love, that's something they don't show me now Left
really blessed [Chill] It ain't my fault, my Lord please forgive me for static But I had that line in my T.V., and being broke and don't have it I'm
I just can't keep my cool, mother fuckers messin with the wrong weapon I pull out my Jimmy Bone switchblade and start cuttin' Nigga you aint never known pain, you don't
'd tear it off. I've sat in the dark explaining to myself that I'm straining too hard for feelings I ought to find easily. Called myself Jezebel. I don't
could help you But all we are is hollow If we don't learn to make it full I know it's hard to stand up straight With that weight on your back But don't
Chorus: I don?t ever wanna lose you baby I always wanna be with you All you gotta do is learn to trust me And I promise that I will stay true I don?t
' fail And it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hell Trapped, black, scarred and barred Searching for truth, where it's hard to find God I play the Pied
dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure
wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me wish he would've helped me too much like him 'til my mama don't
be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin on the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these