Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherfuckers can't

It's time to move on and just walk away I'm out of my fucking mind Stay out of my fucking way Did I take the right path? I don't know, but I'm lovin' everything All the hearts that I have broken All the lies I've left unspoken But in the end we'll be

Lift me up above this Lift me up and help me to fly away I won't be broken I won't be tortured I won't be beaten down I have the answer I can take the pressure I will turn it all around The flames and the ashes

Come talk to me Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Now come on, come talk to me The wretched desert takes its form The jackal proud and tight In search of you I feel my way Through slowest heaving night

You're wearing me out You’re the fake, fallen, force of nature, sick mind You're fucking wearing me out You're always dragging me down I don't need a gun to take back what's mine It's over now You're done wearing me out My name is worthless like you told

Give me something What you say tells me nothing What’s the truth, give me something Take me down a road I believe in Lost the way, lost all reason Search the past for redemption Broken glass, no reflection Take me to a place I believe in Lost my way,

She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley Who left her hometown world all for the alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy Jacques to La Flame, now you rolling on an Addy 50

Take it to the limit, take it to the limit Take it to the limit one more time So put me on a highway and show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time All alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking

What's the point of never knowing at all? When every step I take is always too small. Maybe it's just something I can't admit, But lately I feel like I don't give a shit. Motivation such an aggravation Accusations don't know how to take them Inspiration

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still