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Voyage You Re On Your Own

goin on strong! [Obie Trice] They say "Why you so defensive?" I take that offensive Comin from the shit that I lived in You wouldn't understand him unless you eyewitness Chillin on

you're stuck You're like a Thanksgiving turkey an' it's time to be plucked I see you're nervous, purpose, that's how I know you're soft You're runnin

Cause you don't gang bang And you don't have to stand on the corner and slang 'Cause you got your own thang You can't help me if you can't help yourself You

tes nuits A ce jeu-la (Don't burn your fingers Don't burn your fingers Nor your eyes Nor your heart Nor your life Nor your nights To this game) Bruule

coeur Ni ta vie Ni tes nuits A ce jeu Don't burn your fingers Don't burn your fingers Nor your eyes Nor your heart Nor your life Nor your nights To

You look just like Mona Lisa, baby Have you got somethin' up your sleeve? You got your arms folded and your legs propped up Oh, I must say, you're lookin

on your soul is significant to your Own environment See through the night With an open mind Catch up whit the light, your way you'll find Feeling Incomplete

You cannot set them free The song of demons plays on the wind Can you hear the wretched's call? Their shuffling feet Your pounding heart Now you know you're

'll cross the wind, ride on You don't see your future anymore, even your nights are condemned to sorrow. I'll become your sustenance and i'll change you, you