For better days or for worse. "If he'd kept on beating on and holding him down it'd be a different story" Burning skin that is not so real Animate a
Diamond Bridge The street was straight, straight and narrow The bridge was not, I'm gonna burst my seams Know what temptation means Days were old and nights got hot Feel the difference
I wanna get drunk and then get drunker Yeah live every minute to the limit till the end of my days Oh yeah spend every minute to the limit till the end of my days
And there are no straight lines in any human designs We live the same lives in different times And I thank the Supreme Being for givin? me my eyes And the days
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
glad Should of questioned how you easily became a nomad If I could do it all again, it wouldn't of happened so fast And it burns with every line jotted
address Exhibit fracture lines that converge towards where the hackers whine Where trappers slack the traps Unlatch the catch then cover up his trackers line
couldn't differentiate from life and your ego Always hiding, always watching from the shadows From London to Rio, always there even in Tokyo Long are the days
day Light of day Well, it's a pretty fine line as community paces (Whoa, can't you see their faces?) Stepping up to the edge daily different cases (
know How I feel about it. but why don't you tell me what makes you different from Many other r&b male artists? huh, what makes me different
t stop, Gangsta music (sic sic sic sic); BUCK BUCK! [VERSE ONE:] I guess my mother had a bad Bone, See back in the days she left all her little kids but now a days
special face takes over your mind. That end of the run. We almost won. The end of the run. We had our fun. The end of the run. I knew it then. It won
if he had $5,000 and he come to me, things would have turn out differently. All right, this is what we gonna do. At the end of the week, I'm gonna have
greed, their wealth's built on blood Of their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind The gas chamber of the farm life, the end of the line It's
city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine And, I be on by the fence as soon as anybody stepping out of line, Line And I got way too much love,
line Yea, I can't remember those good old days They are from a different time I gotta tell you, baby We've come to the end of the line
busting shots with my Cali Niggas, fucking with them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas]. We run deep, hit Compton and rally niggas, Hurricane Game, line
I stuffed my bag with their good money ma, and I never looked back So understand, in the end Ma, every man plays the game If you know me one different
