shown I'm strong enough to make it on my own On my own, on my own, on my own I don't need any help, i can hold my own
drownin in my own blood Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my
though we had different daddy's, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame mama I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin on my mama
the- police to help you believe me [Proof] I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words We finally
deattachin my own skull so I can soak it in chrome Then come back like I'm Destro's clone to take my throne I'm well known, lyrically my skill is well
corrupt now, godless, wicked, and cruel The soulless man stood silenced, Mary's "word" rang so true Chastisement worse than the flood, spread the word
dying Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me Here on my own now after hours Here on my own now on
niggas that show we got nothin' but heart...(Bone Thugs) Now who was the niggas that come to my side when its about murder My niggas...my niggas'll hurt
have some words to say We'll go on anyway It's alright - it's ok Take whatever come are way Together we will stay I got three words to say Never
m wasting away In my own misery I hope you've finally gone, To a place where you belong My sadness shows, As your name is carved in stone Can't erase the words
, the finish line {repeat Chorus} {Verse One: Busta Rhymes} And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my
him go, fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological
me (??), drink and drown in my own iniquity, but fuck that, i'm gonna rap till yall get sick of me, and clutch my last sack, and spit on all who pick on
But I won't get my drama on What I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth So when you
