lost my time Now I'm just static in your eyes Too many crowded in my view And I always knew I'm wrong this time Always just static in your eyes In your eyes
with different names - Left without being protected - "Hey, your daddy is doing a crime To you and your little mind A defect will always be In your mental
Kurt Cobain Listen I'm known for speaking my mind Known for fleeing from the scene of a crime Eyes redder than the beam of my nine Eyes redder than the scene of that crime
herb, he's only 13, chopping up a third of a ki, but by the way hes going E1 into 23, coz he dont care about the circumstances, only thing he ever cares
s you Rollin your eyes, and poppin your neck, cause you were the high roller, but homie only want you for sex That's you Think you the xxxx because your
my own mind, losing it swiftly Clicking on motherfuckers, until the reaper come and get me Fuck a friend and a click, and a partner in crime Cause when you doing your
crime And I know I'm wrong, but I gotta get mine Fools don't understand me, a nigga be nervous 24/7 Puffing on sticky, eyes redder than period candy
of my own people The only personI fear is God and through his eyes we're all created equal And I can't understand how black on black crime hitting as
stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime
gettin' It's a blessing in disguise When you find out your pregnant No money, no home And even though you all alone You'se got to do this on your
your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus: singing + 2Pac] Thug for Life I will be.. (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime
] Goin through hard times, ghetto child of mine I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes To be honest it's a hard road Just keep your faith
at a block party, beggin for drama While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors the only
[Tupac] That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker I ain't mad at ya at all (damn) Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow
Cry At Times I Once Contemplated Suicide, And Woulda Tried But When I Held That 9, All I Could See Was My Momma's Eyes No One Knows My Struggle, They Only
on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist Empty
stack chips I only smack dicks if they act slick And only jack whips if they model flag-shifts The type to flow and strike your soul Blindfolds and mind
only takes a few words... Oh my how it hurts..! Look into the eyes of the next generation... Look into the eyes of the next generation... Your orders
