create change tell yourself theres a better way ive come to realize, theres a better way the selfish, lethargic nature of our society is not the only way
close for comfort. It's a thief in the night, To come and grab you. It can creep up inside you, And consume you. A disease of the mind, It can control you. I feel like a
Beyonce: The heart is stronger Than you think It's like it can go Through anything And even when you think It can't it finds a way To still push on Though
my life with you would be delicious The way you lick your lips and shake your hips got me addicted I'm sittin here hoping that we can find some way to
the road We got no time to waste Oh which way shall we go? This old world's spinning out of control Oh which way shall we go? Which way shall we go?
love above. Shine on sun, let your light, guide my way. For so long, there's been such darkness, Got to be a better way Keep me lord, help me to grow
they smell like tulips so official My niggas'll probably clown me if I told 'em that I kissed you But you clean as a whistle Wet as a tissue in the toilet
Maybe I can make a difference through a mic and a speaker So my lyrics flow different than a hip-hop be bop Mic controller who turns out to be the flop
Now a days the bitches are realer than homeboys so here's to my women But then again I'm all alone I don't depend on a soul Independently made a million
feel so rough This can't be me, I'm such a happy guy" I laugh a lot but I want to cry A cry for help is just letting go It hurts a lot but I think I know
Twilight Zone" [RAY:] Have a good time, take a break [R:] Hang with another first of the chapter Straight to the heavyweight, for worst or better Fishes in the way
a razor blade poem Razor blade eyes, tan colored thighs A girl with a spine and a man on the side So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a
we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So
it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap
My bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion [Verse Three: 2Pac] Putting down mashin' control
ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions
but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls You know, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend
