my chance to follow my dreams and to give back to the world for all that I?ve received. (It was) my chance to live my chance to share with all that?s
Always censoring my every move Children are seen but are not heard Tear out everything inspired Innocence Torn from me without your shelter Barred reality I'm living
make shelter, uncharted terrains Bloodstains light the paths to the ways of living breath My soul is put to the test Blessed with a mic in my hand, Jah
I never had a chance to stop what hit me... What broke my bones and mauled me... After hours of deep, unwilling sleep... in a cold shelter Fell back
memory of the ending night. I never had a chance to stop what hit me? What broke my bones and mauled me? After hours of deep, unwilling sleep, in cold shelter
But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words [Chorus] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer] Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter Bout to hit
clear. Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources, Chased amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten, Coloured in pastures of chance
Dawn of light lying between A silence and sold sources Chased amid fusions of wonder In moments hardly seen forgotten Colored in pastures of chance Dancing
need shelter from the downpour Ya??all could be whatever you want, just not my downfall they tryna make me slow, tryna take me, NO! cana??t be my downfall they tryna knock my
ass in shelter Cos I ain't with the bullshit Push it in, pull it back then I hit ya with a full clip And watch ya bleed, you kill my seed And now I wanna
are living in a mental death Meaning living in a mental grave You need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them back to life There's no chance for
of your eyes It's beautiful, how much you'll never realize So hush my love, there's something I'm to tell you now Your time has come, around again my
with a dogged persistence, Forging chains we shall carry for the rest of our lives. We cannot see through clothes may maketh man they cannot give us shelter
, make shelter, uncharted terrains Bloodstains light the paths to the ways of living breath My soul is put to the test Blessed with a mic in my hand
cocked second and in that exact second Both of the gats burst Man, this is your last fucking chance Fuck you, this is your last chance Live and orchestrated
'm loosin' my pride Thrill exploding out of me Down to the ground and my head's full o'sound No innocence between A victim of circumstance Never had a chance
