her somehow. All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives. Don't know how it all got started
of hope That's why I'm singing baby don't worry, cause now I got you back And every time you feel like crying you know I'll try and make you laugh But
book you readin from [Big Tigger] Aight, next caller [unknown female (Busta)] Hey Busta, heard about you on Miss Jones (Why you bringin up old shit? You
'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Susan please wake up! Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing?! You're not dead!! You're NOT dead! I know you're not dead
! I'm so sorry! Susan please wake up! Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing?! You're not dead!! You're NOT dead! I know you're not dead!
you've always been You had to lose so you could win And rise above your troubles while you can Now you can love, now you can lose Now you can choose
fine Come up with an answer Or a witty line Though your heart is breaking Never start to weep Someday you can use it Someday you can use it Someday you
Rearrange and you change and it's all bad And you try to maintain but you fall back And you crawl and you slip and you slide down Wanna make it to
always be my (angel) [Verse 2: The Game] Th-the way that I rhyme, loc, is mine Like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line To
line But you choose, you choose, yes you choose not to see it And then you wonder why you fall It cuts through the heart of every city If you climb to
d you go?) Nobody likes you, everyone left you (where'd you go?) They're all out without you havin' fun (where'd you go?) Everyone left you, nobody likes you
me by words alone So right from the very start I'm laying it on the line You got to show me girl Show me that you're really mine You got to show me you
be My blanket covers me Music is my sanctuary Music is my blanket You are my living world You are my living world You are you are you are my My only living
Here we are. In the place where you grew up. Where you spent so much time. Where you plotted out your life. These next few lines are a series of events
(Recording of April 4 1970, San Fransisco) (Spoken: Let's go, let's go let's go let's go Peter you start it Richard, you start it Somebody start it)
that yappin be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga I know you well
take my word for that You are my Manhattan from the sky You look so neat and tidy when I'm way up high, But I know your streets are lined with a fine