out of my reach I do what I can, Live my life There ought to be somebody by my side There ought to be somebody by my side This house is empty and it
Letting go of what is out of my reach I do what I can, Live my life There ought to be somebody by my side There ought to be somebody by my side This
do, so much things to do There is so much things to do, so much things to do Refrain Dem a ruff an' tuff girls an' boys Side by side in a joyful noise
-dum Fee fi fum to the tribal drum drum I'm sittin on my temple, just pluckin silly mortals Speakin peace of mind to my many sons and daughters Gettin
[Hook x2:] Damn these city streets, are hard to live in Eighty percent of my partnas are dead, the rest in prison All I see is the struggle, my tears drown my
do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my
sun one more day to find some justice with your shadow by my side Cuff me, tie me, lock me down, cause I'll be back to go another round As one- my
us, we are heading for a fall Now presiding in this quarter: hip-hop Justice, my rap forte Judge, jury, bailing for prosecuting D.A. Et ceteras, paraphas My
make you feel alright You just have to say that you want me by your side I lost all my innocence as soon as you said you wanted to love me Lost all my
got me on my shit Raw rough and rugged, when addressin the mass public My attitude is fuck it cause motherfuckers love it Got a, chip on my shoulder
miss old Rockford town Up by the Wisconsin border But I miss you won't believe Shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch tomorrow On the day after tomorrow I close my
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog! And that justice
miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border What I miss, you won't believe shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow I close my
Oh, I dropped my keys Oh what tis bright light? My God they must gonna rob me Who these people with them all at they gonna rob me I'm gonna take out my
billion will dominate Sleep sleep sleep My fading world Handmade angels keep us all Dissipate Your mad mad life Angels still are on our side Pray for
Off everything I love, I'ma handle mine [Verse 2: Saafir] I'm sick of these punk ass po-po's Bendin' my corners in slow-mo, lookin' for my cuzo In the
me to learn You were suppose to be my shelter when it was rainin' But instead you left me out here all alone So I gotta make it on my own We don't need
