carry on we can make it through push forward I won't leave you never loose a step everyday is a new day tonight break down the walls family is the tie
O-B I'm an independent man God is blessing me A lot of girls that I can call But 9 times out of 10 I don't call them at all The fun and games is over due
bills to pay, Stoods to rent, Girl problems, Plus an album due within nine days, Stress to the brain, Mumsie?s going through so much pain, So every time
a ceo But I don't know, cause I can't get a set of keys to the studio And I know my fanbase is probably tired of me talking about the struggle But since I resurrected time
Where they captured all my rage and violence In time I learned a few lessons Never fall for riches Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters Far from bitches Help me raise my black nation Reperations are due
And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone he never knew what family
Y'all could come So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come Go to spin the record so we can get dumb Place packed, capacity maximum Due to my man
off And Leatherface is not a punk bitch so a nigga just can't fuck me, Nigga better have me cash, Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump
With great anticipation he waited at the door His only son was due from overseas For months now he'd been waitin' since he'd gone off to war And his eyes
Ain't never but color thing Just a one love dap hug family day Give a dollar, take two Street hustlers do you Nothin' comin' bout' food when life is past due
still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb, But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so I can't stop changing all the time I notice that my
fiends and dope handlers Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents Life stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson's cubicles When time
year than these niggaz can wish to The dead presidential, canidate with the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime
find you and make you want me Chorus All my time it could be spent with you So what you gonna do? Make sure your game is true See all my time it could
And advance a little due to the pine My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind And I let you do the time I do the crime When the crowd
pray his family in his momma?s fine, so much shit, just sit on this mind to mind, I think about it all the time, I drink about it all the time, I smoke
At feeding time She pushed food through the door And I crawl towards the crack of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking
