You open up and what you gain is another hole Reaching out for a hand and I know The fear of losing all the trust that it craves And feel that parts of you are never coming back I used to think that life was ugly and a mess Well I was right but what else

Please brother take a chance You know they're gonna go Which way they wanna go All we know is that we don't Know how it's gonna be Please brother let it be Life on the other hand We're all part of the masterplan Say it loud and sing it proud today

Blood is on your hands The wages of sin From the other side of the grave Why can I see blood on your hands? Their darkness has defeated you Your lifeline running backwards Remember, sins of our fathers A requiem, for the countless dead Future's eyes

It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most when you lose control Everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says, no fear Have another shot, just one more beer I've been there,

We are anything When I return I dream of another life Failure transparent in the palm of my hand I am the contortionist We are the contortionists I can feel this distance is further and farther without you Contorting to fit somewhere I do not belong

We all we got (She hold me down and the other way around) Yeah (Yeah) We gon' win and I put that on my life (Put that on my life) Diamonds everywhere, I put that on my wife (All on my wife) Handle that, go tell that bitch talk to me nice (Talk to me

Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough My heart is like a hand-me-down made soft by older brothers My body's like my father's house, the sin of genera~ons You shook the ground beneath my feet, my hopes

If you were born again tomorrow I wouldn't live my life any other way Would you live your life like yesterday? Yeah, you don't have to look back to see where we are The future's looking brighter than a handful of stars Would you relive every moment?

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin') Four or five niggas in a mothership Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't

It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most when you lose control Everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says, no fear Have another shot, just one more beer I've been there,