of what became of you. What goes around comes back around, my love, you got what was coming to you. I gave blood today, and your life, Like a memoy, it fades
of not having gutted your insides and made them part of the scenery of the way our time together was spent. You dug yourself a hole and i'm filling it
I left a trail of mud leading into your house to find my way back to what was meant to be. As i lay beside what was never truly only mine. I wallow
winter of never-ending days that make you wish for it all to decease. Curl up on the bed of a thousand ways to end it all. The rain once fallen on the
we ride It's 'til the day that we die [Verse 1] It's real late 'Bout a quarter to 1 Thinking about everything We become And I hate it I thought we could make it
up in the clouds Make me feel like I'm floating (yeah) You think I'm playing When you know it's the truth Nobody else can do it quite like I do All my
grasp on the big picture You keep on rubbin' that, you're gonna get a blister It's a frail grasp on the big picture I've seen it all before And we pray
mada nureta mama In endless rain I've been walking Like a poet feeling pain Trying to find the answers Trying to hide the tears But it was just a circle
us We hold our silence like a gun Your stare is empty and a scene that keeps repeating And I just bite my tongue They can't take this away, it's far
answer to all the questions. The memories made her weary, she shuddered slowly, she didn't want to. As a distant summer he began to whisper, and threw a
how long will I last My memories fade when I'm intoxicated busters be shady so I'm dumping on cowards daily we never faded I know I said it all before
, who ruled, the, the, nigga kingdom and shit basically, you know what I'm sayin'? It was like, this is like an election... [2Pac speaking:] It is an
a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin incase I don't get in tell all my people i'm a Ridah nobody cries
remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in
same, ooh ooh oooh Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes he would never bet on a longshot and he'd never bet on a break and he's condescending
times so far away It?s become a memory I got to have You close to me I wanna hear You call my name Make it like it used to be Lord I?m asking You today
