Don?t wait for me ?Cause I?ll be gone Another victim Of the gun The smoke that steals The air we breathe Will linger here ?Til people see People see
One step at a time One hope then another Who knows where this road may go? Back to who I was On to find my future Still my heart still needs to know
from you. I speak the truth and everybody else knows it, So set your ego to the side and just get the fuck over it. Can't waste my time on hateful people
(feat. Grimm) (Chorus - 2x) I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking
I'm outside of the norm still What a spectacular form From the blood sweat and the tears shed Every time I perform And whenever your doin' your thang
I behave You will still see a disguise Even if you was blind (damn) [Chorus:] But now I'm saying bye, goodbye American Dreaming American dreaming It's not that hard to find Cause most of the time
Cause I happen to be on a magazine you happen to see this issue Some people wish you well man some people turn against you Some people even call up to
of mags Then everyone sees it and gets a good laugh And now your whole persona is just a thing of the past Now, when people see they ignore all the pain
I don't understand You say he's a liar and he put out your fire How come you still got his gun in your hand? Victim of love , I see a broken heart
I don't understand: You say he's a liar and he put out your fire How come you still got his gun in your hand ? Victim of love, I see a broken heart
'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then
and zeros We'd see the world through electric windows Would it make us better off than people These bodies are so out of touch We can even see what's
someday my time would come and my name shinning bright I'm on stage, holding a mic, sounds like something to me tonight Holdin it down for my people cause
all that mattered to me You left me once, left twice, you left me three times I can't believe it but I still wantchya by my side I see ya at the club
know the Po Po's the project and the old folk That waht we see 24 in the ghetto, corner spots crack rocks and gun shots Good time the bad times the same
Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down And open doors to hurtin' People Like Me People Like Me, People Like Me People Like Me, People Like
