I just couldn't wait to see you again No, I never, ever turned off on friends Well, I thought I heard you say, and I know I feel the rain But I can
or fiction? You'll never know While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You stuck your head inside
a gangster But I'm beggin ya pardon Ya see I never liked cuffs They make ya lifestyle rotten All I wanted Was to be what I became A rocketman See my
place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know
so blissfully calm I'll bury you down at the farm Haul away They say the truth is what you see I know the truth is what you feel
a life that died, a victim of a plague of ghosts I was wrapped up in my guilt buried deep within my memories, a shelter of self-pity that I know the rain
Is it different? The only difference is me I see inside the truth Feel bad you don't know the day gon' come When God has taken you I see the invisible
to let you know I'm comin so you better be gone Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the two 9s I be poppin ya Witness a (killa) nigga from North Memphis
. For a second time...nobody knows The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain I've seen Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed
I'm the main ingredient from yesterday's special Close the hole and push that level I'll chop the head off the devil and I'll throw it at you And I'll
the devil I hope I die in my sleep I know it's gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks I see death around the corner My time
to the devil I hope I die in my sleep I know its gonna be a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks I See death around the corner
I wanted to say to you You know how it is when you can talk to a stranger Someone you're quite sure you'll never see again Soon we were talkin' and
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser You're so very special, I wish I was special But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser I wish I was special, I wish I was special But I'm
So I guess I'll stay right where I'm at, wear my boots and my cowboy hat But I'll come and see you once in a while I'll bring my guitar and sing my
you're in trouble 'cuz I'm older now I'm bolder now, bitch, I'm a soldier now I've been raised to blaze in this simple place Like a Greyhound's race to
a kid I stick and move my nigga That's the shit that I did I broke a few fucking bones And I cast few stones I pulled a few fucking tone Man that shit
