bad, Yeah I'll get you so bad. The winters wind has got me hiding under sheets and covers. The winters wind has got me hiding under sheets and covers
a living with my voice and guitar. It may amount to nothing but it got me this far. And i wouldn't trade it for anything. Flashing lights and money and
this time is racing me i am not quite winning oh i'll take my chances ill take my chances Shes beautiful Shes delicate Shes eloquent and shes everything i could never have (and
for a living with my voice and guitar. It may amount to nothing but it got me this far. And i wouldn't trade it for anything. Flashing lights and money and
like this time is racing me i am not quite winning oh i'll take my chances ill take my chances Shes beautiful Shes delicate Shes eloquent and shes everything i could never have (and
hope your son don?t have a gun and that would be a D-boy Alright, already the show goes on Alright, till the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying, As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet. Rings of flowers round your eyes and I love you, For the
a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides
a dream In the future There's a struggle We have yet to win And there's pride In my heart 'Cause i know Where i'm going And i know where i've
His place in world history He dares to be recognized The fire's deep in his eyes How many victims must there be Slaughtered in vain across the land And how many struggles
with my mahogany pen I'm on a world tour with Mohammad and them And we'd be overseas and not in these trees Where my peeps stay alive like the Bee Gees And
wish adam and eve wouldn't have been in the garden, got the devil swinging at me got me weavin and bobbin, homies are bein murdered by lieutenants and
strive to, gain fame, struggle to maintain Stay away from no names and flip bricks of cocaine This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family Forever keep my sanity, and
hard I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, holla if you hear me And you with me now, got my life right with God You hatas come and get me now, fifty
good time Just poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time 24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and
a cool mind frame Day dreaming and fantasizing, FED's calling my name Am I insane, just think that I would wanna be rich Though I'm living in a dream, and