What's the point of dreaming if it can never materialize? Townsfolk are ashamed, why can't I live up to my family name? Well, it's not me but you see it
yow, di argument get steamy Lawd a mercy, lawd a mercy A wah tek da fool yah ? I nuh know rasta 1. Well a hear a bwoy a call himself Mr Whodini A say
up trash in dresses Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write And kind of turn themselves into knives And don?t mind my nerve you can call it fiction
And she calls herself Aphrodite She'll make you feel high and mighty She got, she got, she got a goddess complex And she knows just how you like it she
Are the ones who would have cheered at the crucifixion They got no conviction It doesn't matter if the Man was fact or fiction But who're you gonna call
Feels so lonely, am I the only one left on earth? Is anyone out there for reals? Does anyone feel like I feel? Caught in a science fiction scene That never made it
shawty I'm straight Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction I'ma Livin' Legend
on down Subordinate terror kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My ninety eight was eighty seven on a record yo So now I go bronco Crucifixion ain't no fiction So called
and if you really want me Mister please don't waste my time, wasn't made to hear you whine Here it comes boy, I tell you A E I OH OO, losers with their fiction
trains and comin' the land Lookin' for a lover planted in the east Trynna to run from the dreaded fist beast, beast And it lies It lies in the picket fence call It
Shit is leaning, it's to the left, it's just leaning, dribbling Like, like he gave it a bag of dugy or a bag of that Tango and Cash It's just leaning
' to live and if I catch you out of bounds It's cheap shots to the ribs Love and loyalty dawg, do it how Pac and Big did it It's the Wild Wild East and
I call out I know that's not what's love about Don't make a sound Don't make a sound Don't make a sound So this is how it always goes And what is real
wrongs and can't account for one Now you're done and I'm glad but it's a shame you'd waste it You want this so bad, you can taste it Detroit, love,
and can't account for one now you're odne and I'm glad but it's a shame you waist it you want this so bad you can taste it Detroit love can you feel
say, oh Call me, if you need some lovin' for the night Call me, you ain't gotta dial the number twice Call me, baby girl, I lick and don't bite Call me, when it
of the outback The film called life where my heart is the soundtrack It's that lucky streak without no warning It's the memory of cartoons on saturday morning It