What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts
Light greets me But it's too overwhelming Held and passed With words and laughs Why do these arms feel so familiar? Brother, take my hand! You guide
The eve of my collapse, I was feeling slightly murderous So I intercepted cupid's arrow With passion and precision, I severed the pig's head It's the
I been thinkin' 'bout a place Like a dream that tries to show Can you see it in my face That it's time again to go When I hear her callin' me From a
Into my mind It all came closer again Things that we say Sometimes throw the reason away And I know I've been less than a man There's a burning inside
Men without ties don't dress for dinner It's Friday night frozen pizza thing Don't want no wife or no beginner Friday night frozen, pizza king Everything
The wife she washes the football strip The wife buys my sports socks and irons my kit I lose a golf shoe, the wife looks for it And that's what I call
[C-Murder] Huh say man you know who get ready bro it seems like they dont want a young nigga to get rich make money like we aint supposed to leave
The rain soaks my apparels The wind blow continuously, it's cold A shelter is not visible Protection seems to be out of reach The severest way I had
It?s in your eyes The look of certainty The look of apathy It?s in your eyes I?m not so sure that we have nothing to lose Should have held this closer
Oh when the cold wind blows I feel it to the bone Oh when you say you know I feel I am not alone And even though I may return To empty places on
I've been thinkin what got me in this mess cause ive been tryin to speak but not confess that i need to let her go now but i dont know how to say my goodbyes
(feat. Da Hound, Soulja Slim) (C-Murder) Say Magnolia, Gateway bro It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich Like we ain't supposed to
(feat. Infamous Mobb) $cumbag Verse: You smell me son, know I'm the new owner Hit you up with a baseball, drop in a coma You don't know your own mom
Bending god tradition undermining the lord, Deadly inhibition in the mindset of war, Severed down the middle of the ties of the blessed, Vindicated verdict
Let me throw the first punch. Let me hear the last word. Take off everything you say you have and once again prove yourself wrong. And who would've thought
Into my mind It all came closer again Things that we say Sometimes throw the reason away And I know I've been less than a man There's a burning