a chance so i'm here alone as i've been watching you well i've know your pain can't stop me now cause i'm strong as the pain grows and i won't hold back
me a chance so i'm here alone as i've been watching you well i've know your pain can't stop me now cause i'm strong as the pain grows and i won't hold
and goes and there will be another, I say bring it on the roots that grow underground are as big as the tree that you see if not it will fall down we waste
will translate it on scrolls and archive it Where students in the classrooms of history relive it Relive it, Because I write the words and I give it away After it
with a pencil (bitch) And waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as
it, get it, can't afford it get it credit, Buy it, spend it, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it, Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy, East
insults wrote with a pencil And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood 'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as
the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my
Jeannie and became a running gun I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best As I smiled
wrote with a pencil (Bitch) And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood 'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as
It is the rocket that ignites itself And launches, it's way to the stars A driver on a busy freeway Racing the oblivious cars It's the motor of the western
up my eyes The curtain has been drawn To lay to waste this land to me Is like the beauty of the breaking of the dawn And as a black hand swept across
and goes an' there will be another I say bring it on The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree That you see, if not it will fall down We waste
the burger back Burner back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket How does it feel, to know you wasted
can't take the burger back Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket How does it feel, to know you wasted
slow I gotta hold on to my disgust You should see it work, the politics and dirt Give it to you inch by inch, raving in other style Take it from you mile by mile as
just don't know. Its seeds are planned in a poison place where nothing grows. It's 1989 stand up and take a look around Weather's bitter tension it seems
