Lost aggressive youth You know what you’re breeding Chew us up, spit us out Push us back, hold us down What were you expecting? We are the faces lost in the crowd We may be down but we'll never be, never be out You will hear our sound Will you bite your

To sing a song, I got a friend, Shows me all the good times, Tells me I look better, Chews me up and spits me out, And then walks my ass home. And sings a song, When I'm gone, gone, gone.

Stick it out Spit it out Stick it out Trust to your instincts If it's safely restrained Lightning reactions Must be carefully trained Heat of the moment Curse of the young

June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja Vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a

I'm just trying to get it right And in spite of all I should've done I was not mad at you I was not trying to tear you down The words that I could've used I was too scared to say out loud If I cannot break your fall I'll pick you up right off the ground

He’s the shining in the light Without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite He’s the force that made me be Nostro Dispater Nostr'Alma Mater We're standing here by the abyss

Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Did you ever gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem

Can't take it slow 'cause you and I are pushin' time Sometimes love acts out of spite And good things happen over night Are we fools for rushing in? 'Cause already dread the end Lonely ain't no place to start I guess thats just where we are Oh, how I

It's a fatal illusion Lost inside the system, locked away without a key No one will ever miss a menace to society A gross lack of potential, bad decisions made in spite A touchy hairpin trigger and such a wasted life Trying to break the mold of a broken

Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties They spit you up river just like all those lions That walked the banks They said, "Paint me that river And would you use only blues With a brilliant big black mouth and? Lengths of pines that route the river