I wanna breath, I wanna love hard I wanna give my life to you Tell me, oh oh, tell me, oh oh I wanna laugh, I wanna sing, I wanna love you Let me give my life
divide a smile By a tear times fear equals mere truth I simply delve in the air and if that's the case All I have to breath and all else will follow
calling) This wheel of life spins without end. So up from the ashes a pheonix I rise On a cord of fine silver my tired spirit flies To a 'quickening
a dirty game My heart's still home in the streets It's a damn shame The streets is a dirty game but niggas stay strapped in the hood It's a damn shame
Quiet money for life] "I don't give a fuck now" [The so-ciety game returns] "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs
moving your mouth, but you don't make a sound But I feel the walls slowly tearing down Heel to toe takes you from my side In and out every breath divides
divided?" Man if you like beef go keep the Atkins diet Every person is invited All the way from the best to the worst one it's provided That God will turn a messed up life
Undeniably you are a loss Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss If the Kon Artis say it then it's done With or without a gun Eat a track and spit
-existence A magnet repelled by life's polarity Denied the self control of fate We flow suspended in semi-life Until the ever imminent day When oblivion claims our breath
things names I shook your hand and told you mine was Germaine In my dream I was hoisted into a plane with a space-age frame by a giant gantry crane My
'm searching for tools to patch me up But the more I find the more I'm torn apart Constrain it, let the subjects meld Like a mad disease the newborns divide
glory The glory, only the glory We live inside a story It's a story, all for the glory Bullets begin to strip A man of reason, he's a man of sin The
a self-prayer To walk away beside the lord, siners repent so we divide the sword Behind the tents I mean be riding cars Standing off the roof of a killer
walking, i know i'm not breathing, i'm not breathing only air It's filled with words once spoken by people everywhere And i can hear all the whispers that have lived a
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
for a change like Lyor Cohen thoughts start flowin when I hear a Def Jam I passed the torch from my right to my left hand I'm just a average joe with
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy a clip" Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip Said he had mad toys to make noise You split
you have your little flag a sovereign nation brutalizing a wetted paper bag And all the worlds a cage we're locked upon the stage (In a)Capitalist