you abandoned and the wife i saw you beat i will never be safe i will never be sane i will always be weird inside i will always be lame now i'm a grown
ya body in motion Cause anything I do, I get an ovation The compliments I get never cease to end Cause I say what I want and I never bend To any silly shit that
's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stagnant that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This
matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab
What am I doing, what am I doing Oh yeah that's right, I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now man And this what I'm do til it's over Til
glock And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot What's beef? Beef is when I murk you
of this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
what are they? Father figures? ' Now it's hard to ignore that all I live for is now balled up on the floor And it's [Outro:] Always on my mind (Hanging Pictures on my wall) I
who led who led the way Now will you be the voice of reason when there's none Who will who will sing it's song I will [Music: J. Tipton & T.Tipton] [
, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot, so here I go it's my shot Feet fail me not, this may be
style Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme It's
dance, keep ya body in motion 'Cause anything I do, I get an ovation The compliments I get never cease to end 'Cause I say what I want and I never bend To any silly shit that
N. (What!) We are the S. (What!) We are the L. (What!) We are the O. (What!) We are the N. (What!) We are the S. (What!) We are the L. (What!) We are
this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven-sent instrument
