day is ours and that dream is dead Life's about living what is ahead Life is full of questions and I may never find the answers The hardest fight is
I'm plagued by what I'm supposed to be Your life, your goals That's not what's best for me You've shown me your dreams of who I am Well this is my life
Now look straight ahead From a heart oh so cold to a world so dead I'll keep searching for the truth until you bury me Is it all just make believe? Filled
fact that you've turned to everyting you're not Searching for acceptance Whatever it takes Selling everyone out Your life's a fake I hate everything you love
Everytime I fall away, part of you pulls me back in I try to run, but your love embraces my pain I'm never willing to give enough I'm never willing
ve felt, I cannot deny But a flame still remains And it burns in my heart I will not sit back and watch as time tears me apart Take back today Fight for
Where are you now? The choices that you made The prices that you've paid Was it all worth it in the end? When all is said and all is done Where will
uncertainty Image means everything, not what you hold true The distance between us is miles You don't know what this means You don't know what is real
show this world what you're reall made of This day is gone and my respect is lost But this life is far from over I'm still holding on Showing the world just what I love
ass in ditches, I don't love bitches, I don't love niggas, I don't love nothin, It's gon' take my momma comin' back from the grave for me to love somethin
on the red eye with red eyes sweet fame Cash coming in flow like Pacific water, I'm a trick I do magic like Vince Carter Time is what I need I gotta
same Nigga, and we ain't hard to find [Tupac] Hell nah we ain't hard to find [C-Bo] The whole clickilation fool [E-40] Motherfuckers hard to find, right
you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand These are the cats that love you when you do shit And actually think the stuff you make is music But this is
wet dream Everyday's a Friday and every nights a sex scene Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red
a Friday and every nights a sex scene Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to
kids Now how should I put this I've got something to say You mother is staying But I'm going away No, we're not mad, kids It's hard to say why
try, kids Now how should I put this I've got something to say You mother is staying But I'm going away No, we're not mad, kids It's hard to say why Your
