I am obliged to believe It's all in vain Break my back for you everyday It's all insane Break my back Ahah You pledge your innocence to me I am obsessed
Traduction: No Fun At All. Break My Mind.
lay in bed and sleep out in the sun Reading books and playing crazy music just for fun You know it makes feel so fine and puts my mind at ease to
bag -if you come home with me i work all you need cos i've got a myspace and i don't mind we can walk at your pace if you wanna stay the night then
her bag -if you come home with me i work all you need cos i've got a myspace and i don't mind we can walk at your pace if you wanna stay the night then
deliver the hope These women give you their heart, these bitches give me they throat These bitches give me their mind all the time let a way to break
I'm ready to break right now As soon as I got in my ride, 'fore I made it out the driveway The twins hit my celly, said that they were coming my way Double
I lost my mama then I lost my mind Will I heal in time, scarred up with bruise and shot But see the pain is in my brain, hitting like a stash spot My life, my
Brought me back to reality, my sanity's now insane I be busting for nothing homie, I'm addicted to shots Blame my hood, cause that's just the way it is on my
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt
gotta do what we gotta do to keep rolling One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind and we continue growin... [2Pac] ...One day at a time. Damn!
we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rolling One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind and we continue growin... [2Pac] ...One day at a time. Damn
hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right
died That's when my momma started gettin high My neighborhood was full of drivebys, couldn't survive All our homies livin short lives, I couldn't cry Told my
trapped in a syllabus For each of these dummies that want me as their ventriloquist I'm killing this, consorting all my rap critics At a murder-rate
climbed into my room I crawled under my bed, covered my head but they're flushin' me out with a broom the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall
