own man Not even him can save him he put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate end up Dead
and i wake up but don't look in the mirror walk downtown as if it one day it might come clearer think i'll see you but you couldn't be farther picture
fria y en la noche te busque Hasta enloquecer Pero tu Llegaste a mi vida como una luz Sanando las heridas de mi corazon Y haciendome sentir Vivo otra vez I look in the mirror, the picture
a century high In the tube where I was made I was afraid Spinning through the space Another scene, another face Another shade Mirror of my mind On electric wheels of wine Living
mirror With his eyes a little clearer Read what the reflection's sending, This is only the beginning. My dead end girl My dead end girl No, dead end girl No, dead end
a picture of the truth and tried to develop it Had proof, it was only recognized by the intelligent Took the negative and positive, 'cause niggas got to live
like we just pissed away our history, But just today, I looked at your picture, almost hate to say, I miss you self consciously, wish it didn't end this
living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You
own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead
I know theres no hope were only scapegoats living in a world full of hypocrites and turncoats but if you believe the mirror holds the most beautiful picture
c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won?t go away I keep pressin? like my phone is afraid To be a star, so I end it and
Critically acclaimed, until my last day [Lil' Kim] Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer I'ma live
[Intro: Fat Joe] Ho! Yeah Coca I can make you famous, ow! We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz! Yeah, yo, yo [Fat Joe
a c-section, a gross display Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid To be the star, so I end it