Feelin' sorry for the things I did to you Was it my fault, did I fail? Apologizing for never coming through Separate ways have come Again we've reached
For Sunday For 17 years I've let this go, I've let this go No one cares now, not even I now, that this familiar place has never once felt like home
So walk away from the places that you've come to call home Leave us and this wreck behind, learn to breath on your own For beneath a failed routine there
Another day Shame in hand with apology, for being the things that let you down That I'm so hard pressed to change Trapped alone beneath, an ideal of
I've gone too far, this escape has caught up with me Everyone's gone They all realized that I stopped caring so long ago that today was only taken for
It's hopeless now It seems that there's nothing left I don't care anymore, this failure that surrounds me I accept Because I can't be all the things
you pay It's the last time getting it this life First calling in a silent spring It's the first time getting it this life First calling in a silent spring
They gon remember me As being one of the livest Then when you were ghetto surviving When they be temporary silent Poppin there mind The silent Killer
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
My sword is my name my name is my quitter My heart in your hands leads me the way Heroes are gone the ghost and the godsend spiritual signs fading away
It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause I (Wanna be good to you) Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name Like the Lord,
angel-dust X-factor, X-men declare war Send your ambassador Send the whole peace core No shore carnivore attacks and concords Mutant assassins, and silent saboteurs Let me take
She was wild man f'real It's just too, let me tell you about her Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin' out the fake cell phone and name
means no more and this boat has been ??? If you some contact, Fizzo come and attack With Fly my first family, while Fly aim for gizat (gat) Look here Jack, no name callin' games
other people, you'll probably end up dead We neighborhood heroes, Al Pacinos, and Deniros Only two people that I trust named Cochran and Shapiro Lived by the street hoe, our game
striaght from the streets but I chose to retreat Wha, and elivate my mind, right rhyming, spit game Let the cocaine rise cause I don't need 'em migrains Shake names
establishment with their own weapons is no good, because they always win and they'd been winning for thousands of years. They know how to play the game
nigga? They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
