Honestly you're not for me Because I've seen the worst that you can be And will you take me from my words (Take me from my words) And will you show
Maybe it's not what you thought Maybe it's not what you fought for, died for (well we're at it again, at it again) And maybe you'll take what you've
This time for breathing Turns my vision white And takes me back to that place Where the air was a stimulus And now its all the same And it's not my fault
bitch) I'll never call you bitch again [Verse One: 2Pac] Damn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent
to call you a bitch I'll never call you bitch again Damn [Verse 1] Gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence I try to picture myself, in his position but remain silent
dead and gone they're gonna remember me as bein one of the livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I pop in their mind, a silent
at home Boy y'all know em Never get in the herd Never get into church Never cook in your life Buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate Never envy others
your spell, And if you could speak, what a fascinating tale you would tell. Of an age the world has long forgotten, Of an age that weaves a silent magic
ideology is confusion, I lose 'em Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD Silent rage, pristine in my
under dumbstruck envy That'll strike you down Sightless, the comfort in the danger Enticing, I join the queue Mindlessly, I made her in my likeness Scattered and absolute Silent
Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations, Appeals for love or love's release In private invocations But all that is changed now, Gone
ideology is confusion I lose 'em Fellates me Who hate me? My gun off safety Since a tunnel and escape key My jewelry in HD Silent rage Pristine in my
The sign says do not enter No trespassing allowed Visions of redemption I walk against the crowd The sun is white with envy Confusion on the ground Breathing
Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations, Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations. But all that is changed now, Gone
They gon remember me As being one of the livest Then when you were ghetto surviving When they be temporary silent Poppin there mind The silent Killer
war The restless children sit and mourn the graves Of those they've never seen before Will they be buried here among the dead in the silent secret?
under your spell And if you could speak, what a fascinating tale you would tell Of an age the world has long forgotten Of an age that weaves a silent