(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as
flames Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God? Do you really want? Do you really want me? Do you really want me dead or alive to torture
No matter how many nights we kill to save. Fires to flames, chasing me through the poison rain. I lied awake and ran it over and over and over. To the
you'll find out. Why I try to fight these changes... battling me, I choose these chains, inside just imploding, slowing the sound, I eat at this alive
back to Smith, I dissect it I check and correct it, flow perfected I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames
I was dancin' down the sidewalks To some slam dunk juke box jive And I wondered then 'bout this old girl friend Was she still around still alive Head
Everybody knows that there's a party at the end of the world Kiss it all goodbye Tonight you've never been more alive You're so alive You're not afraid
heya yeah heya boom yeah yeah heya etc. Take no prisoners fight to win And you will survive falling reason Just be the flame and spirit come alive If
I see your eyes Hiding in the shadows Hiding in the flames Oh I'm on fire Oh I'm on fire I'm on fire... It's the memory of your warmth That keeps me alive
it out alive Take a seat my dear Make yourself comfortable this could take a while Crack another, dear I can't see now and I wouldn't change a thing Life should burn with such a fucking flame
in a town full of heroes and villains In the cantina Margarita's keep the spirit high There I watched her She spun around and Round in the warmth of her body Fanned the flame
full of heroes and villains In the cantina Margarita's keep the spirit high There I watched her She spun around and Round in the warmth of her body Fanned the flame
I've been crying for, what I'm crying for. And all I've done to keep this love alive. Even through my tears, tears are mixed with rain. Keeper of my flame
didn't notice it We'd seen it all time on Forty-second Street They burned the chuches up in Harlem Like in the Spanish civil war The flames were ev'rywhere
calls - the spirit of man can be freed When death calls - there's no tomorrow When death calls - just an evil shadow Tell me not fear of the flames
forget That we're just born to die I came here like so many did To find the better life To find my piece of easy street To finally be alive And