I can’t believe that someone like you Surrenders every element of you And you abuse it So someone you love, you really love May never seen the wonderful in you Why, it’s why you do it Then I don’t know why they call you A dane when you look in the mirror

Won't you let me take it back Girl you know that I still love you And you know that I'm so alone I don't know why I told you that I didn't need you I've been thinking 'bout my thoughtless words And I know just how much they must have hurt And I take it

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

Don't know why My old friend My old friend, I recall The times we had, hanging on my wall I wouldn't trade them for gold 'Cause they laugh and they cry me Somehow sanctify me They're woven in the stories I have told, and tell again

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

We are on the march of the damned Of the damned March of the damned Can't stop us They don't know why Can't hurt us We'll never die We're walking, the streets

When all hope is gone Turn on those sad songs Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room, oh oh oh Just feel their gentle touch (gentle touch) Sad songs say so much You know sad songs say so much Sad songs, they say When ever little

If you were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Why leave her on her own? I wouldn't have said it if I would have known I don't know what it is that they want Three hundred and fifty no thank-yous, and nobody flinches Go on, girl, go on, give us

'Cause a ho gonna be a ho A nigga gonna be a nigga No matter what the fuck you think Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go (Hell mothfuckin no!) (Hell mothfuckin no!) M-O double B I don't know why they want to trouble me Is it because they bitch

People in the misery Government or work or government It makes a mockery Respect to the youths When they're in front and all dem back a me Why you don't treat them like the way you should And I know all the things you hide Even though it's a good