Days of despair Throbbing nerves and rotting lives Forging futures into my body Tearing away at my life At the bottom we stare Looking up to someones
face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street
out so clear) [POS:] Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine Started getting high at the age of nine Now at twenty-one you're lower than low Nowhere
(feat. Mos Def, Freeway, The Harlem Boys Choir) [Kanye West] We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or
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shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War
Jeane The low life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with the cupboard bare Jeane I'm not sure what happiness means
shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or
in the tent Lend an ear an' you'll see 'Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' Ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know That only
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some just hang out like a bird on a wire Waiting to fly home All God'
face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit Ia??m a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The
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Jeane The low-life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with a cupboard bare Jeane I'm not sure what happiness means
All God's critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wires And some just clap their hands,