As i let the cold surround me/ i realize we're drowning no sirens sounding/ will we ever be the same?/ you ripped my heart out of my chest/ will you
it's make believe that you believed in me And just when the walls fell down, you had silence at the ready To catch me by suprise No one to catch my fall
what do you want from me it burns like a fire inside everytime that your ghosts..resurface an anthem to remind me that i will never fall again, no,
my mother always told me just to fight your best you have to take your hand place your bets on me and i won't let you down i promise to hold you
so here i sit unraveling at the seams i'm falling in slow motion to your sharp words again and in this time of essence i am slowly wasting away you've
star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say [Lupe Fiasco:] Calling all the good rappers, had to get my crew together Fire like the fire
t catch it anyway They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J" Well yeah, right East I flow, East I go Cover both your eyes, and what do you know?
glowing [Z-Ro] Nothing but things I'm seeing, nigga be chasing divid-ends Pimping the pen, and I gotta keep a thermostat on my skin And catch a cold,
Cut in all my killas, till the day I'm dead and deceased It'll be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes
The feds taking pictures, and tapping my phones But if I catch you bitches snitching best believe me it's on I analyze of this realize and open fire on bitches And if I catch
I'ma hit him where it hurt I'll let him make it, but his mama and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call
t mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse Two: 2Pac] We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't Used to catch
if a nigga do. So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP! But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die
ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse Two: 2Pac] We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't Used to catch
that these men do, bitches in, too In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin Pull the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em Hostile hoes catch
run But she made me crawl Oh, oh oh, the sweetest thing With a tongue of fire She turned me to straw Oh oh, the sweetest thing You know I got black eyes
