it was you live Dream of the wounded one he dreamed Master the loaded box be seen Now is the time is in on hey Mine is forget to end my lie The trappings
With some charges brought up From some people they shoot up Hey tell me when will it end When the baby pays for its mothers sinnin Trapped inside the
fit in, punk It's what life is all about Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait, it's the end? (Bitch-ass nigga) You like that
is almost out I'm getting sick and tired Of being knocked around Wasted days pile up with wasted lives It's not the end for me It's so hard to be Trapped
grows inside Trapped in this memory We live for suffering [ ] And there is no end in sight Never gonna find the truth of it Searching through the end
head Sayin yes to my denim as she nods head XV from the middle of the map I'm coming to you live from the middle of the trap Colours in the chain like
hair out soon my heads gonna look like Gayle porters they hit us with extortion and treat illegal immigrants much more important than me and you cos I've lived there all my life and live
would love her, love her as forever Forever's just a word, I put words together Steppin' on the stars, she paused And I know that one day this show will end
fools end up dinin' on a bullet Think everything's fine in the big time See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine So you wanna roll far and live large
s while fools end up dining on the bullet think everything's fine in the big time see me in my Lex with chrome raised high so you wanna roll far and live
you were trapped In this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybody's lookin' at you, what you want me to do? I'm startin' to live like a recluse
holding hardware cause we thuggin' Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed And all this snow, I call it empty sorrow With plans to reach the end
I found myself today Trapped in this bed My hands tied, feet tied A hole in my head Nothing left inside my brain I don't even know my name I feel
Nice pistol mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
a buck and it don't make a difference Faith: (Everyday) Everday(Said Im living in the ghetto everday, and it aint easy) Everday Everday Everday It's like I'm trapped
spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well Kick somethin' live
Priest] This is madness, niggas runnin up the block, duckin shots Cop cars swervin, niggas squirtin, the ghetto's burnin Hell's season, the soul's returnin We live
there, from what i] [can build, ya know what I'm saying? ] ['cause, ain't nobody gonna, nobody gonna] [look out for me... ] =killah priest= It's the end