(feat. Donald Lawrence) I know that you don't feel your best Hold on, Be strong, God's not forgotten you Broken dreams got you feeling blue Hold
[Verse 1:] Superman alias Clark Kent, Flies so high up in the sky Always heard about the king of the sea, Who travels about the ocean deep But there
[Verse 1:] While I was in the spirit, God showed me some things, He told me some things, revealed some things. While I was in the spirit, God pointed
: (feat. Donald Lawrence) I know that you don't feel your best Hold on, Be strong, God's not forgotten you Broken dreams got you feeling blue Hold
: [Verse 1:] Superman alias Clark Kent, Flies so high up in the sky Always heard about the king of the sea, Who travels about the ocean deep But
: [Verse 1:] While I was in the spirit, God showed me some things, He told me some things, revealed some things. While I was in the spirit, God
so why bother lettin yo' knees bend I try to stay around some realness, brothers and sisters holla if you feel this If hurt and misery is who you chill with Mo City
want to see me bubble But I take that back, fuck you, I made it to the top ten on my own And every bitch in every city is singing my song Imagine that
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love Verse One: Makaveli To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten
s 50 CENT (CENT) and Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga, nigga (haha, haha) You gotta love it, New York City (haha) [ Chorus - 50 Cent singing
outta Stoney Lodge "He probably doesn't do drugs, he just likes to pose" Well I know he does helium before he spits flows You should drop the mic maybe make some advances Try
a story I'll tell "Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. It's hard times in the city, Livin' down in New York town. Old New York City is a
underneath, it was my voice that moved the first rock and I would do it all again. So I mean it's cool if you keep quiet but I like singing. So I'll
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city is
The city has sex with itself, I suppose, as the concrete collides where the scenery grows. And the lonely, once-bandaged, lay fully exposed, having undressed
meal Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing
socks For blocks Nigga be dippin a million. What, hot! Better pause and take a look. There's a whole lot of whores. Run up in a storm. Bitch a try to
