St. Clair Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin' If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
moving on with my broken heart and my absent God. And I have no faith but it's all I want to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul, in my so-o-
His mama cried "My beautiful boy is dead" In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
one long day But I?m alive and I?m feelin? all right Well I run that hard road outta hearbreak city Built a roadside carnival out of hurt and self-
in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? hahaha The rap game will fuck you up [Swifty McVay] I'ma disrupted nigga, you made
soul for this rap game i aint diggin no hole for this rap game and im telling you no this it happening this rap game this rap game i aint selling my soul
"If you will suck my soul I will lick your funky emotions" This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly But nothin' silly about triflin' times
son Sheep I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat I got multiple stabs of jazzy Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul Years after mama
heart and soul right on your sleeve Laughing sarcastically You turned your back on the people who adored you Self-absorbed exhaustion Self-esteem distortion Self-infused extortion Self
world was hopelessly drowning in vain? Where would our self pity run? Suddenly everyone cares. Blood...Heal me Fear...Change me Belief will always save me Blood...Swearing Fear...Staring Conviction made
was hopelessly drowning in vain? Where would our self pity run? Suddenly everyone cares. Blood...Heal me Fear...Change me Belief will always save me Blood...Swearing Fear...Staring Conviction made
I know I was wrong I made you leave Trouble, oh I was in trouble If I told you how, would you believe But your eyes see right into my soul That's how
the house so I started forming my crew Getting a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade crips scheming on me Cause they know my trap self made, trying
and I couldn't resist the power The music I heard, the thunderous words My gate to liberation It made us rock it made us lose our self control Bang