All you have is you Bored with your thoughts Need to feel the angst Need to taste your rot Bring your mind to me Unleash the demons now Allowing your
time for someone else's scandal My own life is hard enough to handle And I still believe, most people are the same We're so conflicted and we need someone
..and the traps for the hustler's homie its a rap for the nonsense rhymin..props to kanye i call it conflict diamonds... (Corus) (lupe fiasco talking) (Thanks to Phill for
Russian Mafia, the Jewish Mobsters, the undercover terrorists and the traps for the hustlers. Homie its a rap for the nonsense rhyming, props to Kanye i call this Conflict
tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for the fronters
wanna hurt my brother just for vanities? Why should I wanna hurt my sister for the least of things? When I know
city, Conflict's causin critics to bite tongues Ain't the one, with the shotgun, showdown My town to your town on the rebound for them papers [Warren
we go nigga, don't wanna fight no more But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin' to the scripture picture
m a prisoner of doom. [Verse 2: (Prevail)] This is not for the faint of heart. Break apart from the heavy turbulence. Disturbing images, burning in your mind for
We will not falter by design. Guidance opens doors, and paths for us to find. Focus, needed, to part the waves and bring this home. Our passions overshadow
ends No more fakes disguised as friends No one has the time to waste on them And I still believe Most people are the same We're so conflicted And we need
haven't yet found a good reason to be awake Introducing the corroded bumps I had behind my smile I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me
And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot
find the right one Dug in the bushes so I can get a tight one, it's fat I got it and now I need to be leavin' I believe men might get shady even if
and make you realize That to some life is money but what's money without life 'Cause all's I need is the air that I breathe And my friends and family to believe
two loves my soul is so conflicted. My son came into this world innocent and he deserves everything that needs to live in it. And this home I made for
