MADE ARE NOW IN A GRAVE, SIX FEET BELOW BUT WHERE DID THEY GO. WHEN WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING, WE'VE GOT TO LEARN FROM LOSING. Who would have ever
MEMORIES MADE ARE NOW IN A GRAVE, SIX FEET BELOW BUT WHERE DID THEY GO. WHEN WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING, WE'VE GOT TO LEARN FROM LOSING. Who would
block we still praaayyy But on our block we still praaayyy [Verse 4] And block parties in the, projects Lasting a way past daylight A young nigga learned
wave, Yeah We were keeping the faith Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keeping the faith You can get just so much From a good thing You can linger too long In your dreams
up buck buck buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running, But the bad bad boyz is still
away Absence of awareness Losing time A lapse of perception Losing time Wanting to escape She had created a way to survive She learned to detach from
ye may) (Old Time is still a-flying;) (And this same flower that smiles today) (Tomorrow will be dying") We can learn From the past But those
and love for the place where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change we still striving on we still alive and strong right or wrong I still kill
prisoners.. Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered Dreams
lunacy! FIRMIN But we daren't refuse . . . ANDRE (groans) Not another chandelier . . . FIRMIN Look, my friend, what we have here . . . (He has two notes from
confused The ways of fate are vicious or is that just an excuse we use And all the more I experience as these incidents comes by Don't know if I still wanna learn
someone new And that's what I learned from you Oh, that's what I learned from you That's what I learned from you, oh you, oh That's what I learned from
yo. Lock your door. Die die die [x6] [Wyclef:] I remember comin' from Hati growin' up in Brooklyn On Flat Bush got my first sneakers tooken Learn the
I won't pop a trunk If you feelin like a punk From the he said she said Life's not a choice it's a win or lose So what's it gonna be, him or you? Did
sucker up buck, buck, buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running But the bad bad boyz is still
out So we throw stones while we living in this glass house It's been a minute so they ask where the fire went My kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot
