what will make us last. We'll prove that we are strong, Though our lines are bleeding through. We are becoming whole, slowly now. We just need some sleep
ve traveled has immediate reaction Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last
ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser Look at my whore, that is your
steady chasing my mail Until my life is at the finish with no more breath in my lungs I'ma put these bitch made niggas to rest not last in the sun [
In death, you face life with a child and a wife Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls. You're a soldier of mercy, you're cold and you curse, "
, leaves crying, lonely, Separates the pain by staying high and though she, Might just O.D. high price to go free, This aint living, listen its dying slowly
're really not the one She comes to the door, crying at my feet Guilt shines in her eyes As she slowly sinks in deep You know our love couldn't last forever
(feat. Vusi Mahlasela) Go to bed everything's alright Don't know the whole world's changing As you sleep through the night Wake up slowly and it's
years ago in the same damn spot The people who ordered the workers shot Fought as the poor for the same damn right Of their children to sleep well fed at
be ok alone, (Alone) But boy don't let me be the last to know Can you tell me honestly? Right now I'm finding it so hard to breath, eat, think, sleep
traveled has immediate reaction Can?t you see that I am beaming? I?ll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last
you F*****G jerk Your were supposed to save me, my sweet baby Now we are fading away... but your gonna know how this feels Even if it's the last thing
me You were supposed to save me My sweet baby My sweet baby Now we're fading away But you're gonna know how this feels Even if it's the last thing i
South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at
second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all
