world screaming free Pimp C So soon as you make parole and they open the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours Ain't no mo' struggles
shit, amazin' grace, how sweet the sound Savin' slaves, another body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle
And we in with these friends Unfortunately this is hopeless Did my best to juggle both of you Struggled but I'm still here holdin' you Tie the man up, stand up, put your hands
more Seems to me nowadays things have changed I don't know if I feel the same Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold trouble Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double The struggle
, my friends, my foes Everybody knows, keep it real or get John Doe'd My hair stay nappy, stay bush, stay twist My attitude is shitty, my hands stay
A Soopafly/Daz production Suckers! (Daz) How many real homeboys y'all got out there? Can y'all count on one hand? I can Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas
of the innocent, they were gathering the tools They would need to make their journey, back to nature While the sand slipped through the opening And their hands
As he sat down upon the train Silence settled in his brain Reached out his hand and touched her hair He struggled with the same old thought Should he
begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it You know my body like the back of your hands And touch me
is really my share Taking more than what I can bare I can not see, I've lost my way Making excuses day after day But I see Your hand, and I see Your
without much at hand and open up the earth but find us your day of stature one by one we'll kill each other without much at hand and open up the earth
be bought or sold. Don't force me to play into their hands. I won't judge you by mainstream rules. We have to force open blinded eyes. Stand up agains
new piece of paper, a giant hand rips it off. Typewriter finally manages to roll yet another sheet and type, "h, hand." He then shakes the hand's finger
ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs Fuckin' with mine keep it movin' Now everybody just throw your hands
say the rain they can't stand Never let the weather determine the man God has a plan, from it I never ran Followed my heart through the storms And my umbrella in hand
something, let's go Aiyo, go against House Gang and handle the war In the streets we ain't asking who you handling for Wave my hand have you faggot
headed head in her hands While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up, and had to struggle
was all she struggled to have a single daughter with the upper hand little does she know your never coming back she put you in her brother's hand only
