I was down but now I can see The pain, the hurt, the misery Oh Lord, it's been a long time The death, the lies, in lies the truth All that it is, what was, ain't true Doing my best I'll try and get it next time This cross you bare I've come to carry for

I just wanna ball in the wraith With your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Leave your daughter with the papers Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was getting to it I pray to God, is

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south sider Money

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you oh, it all falls down Man I promise, she's so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents will look at

(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there Flaking and perpetrating but scared to kick reality Man, you been doing all this dope producing You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is So what you want me to do?

Oh-h-hh baby, here I go again Missin you crazy And oh-h-hh lately all I think about Oh-h-hh is what we could be doing now Been running this highway like a greyhound Ain't nothing left for me to see And sometimes I just wish that I could break down And

Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the

You're beautiful, beautiful, you should know it I think it's time, think it's time that you show it Well baby what you doing? where you at? where you at? Why you acting so shy? holding back, holding back We're not the only ones doing it like that, it

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by