what i should say instead nothing loves when nothing loves it back theres nothing left of you but ashes piled black burn me with your love show me what fire does
hits the ground in front of you it's just another body falling down because of you watch them fall like rain blood red what the hell is going on in
what they know to be the truth just more time to stay behind and follow you between their thin lines of humanity must always stay forever blind to what
see you there and we can talk about what we shared maybe i will see you there and maybe you will say you care enough to tell me to return to what i
sky and fire rage they give you what you need lives on paper separate the ink from all the blood shame on you for the abuse of what you thought was
Lying on her front Up against the wall She's thunderstorms In an unusual place When you're feeling far away She does what the night does to the day
of everybody taking shots up my name i am just shooting for my targets look if you've been shooting yourself in the foot don't hold me hostage .. making what
done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it Here I sit while I'm caught up in deep
What up? What up? H-Town in this bitch What up? What up? Me and Pimp about to do it for the city What up? What up? What up? What up? [Verse 2 - Pimp
gift of all was the ability to fall Get back up and fall, get back up and fall Get back up and fall and crawl and get back up and brawl And make 'em
bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter Aan' the kids won't matter when the crib's on fire What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on fire An' I won
you can hear me put your motherfucking hands up Hands up, hands up And if you hear me, put your hands up Put your hands up, put your hands up
Dad follow every last word All that hollerin' makes me wonder Does a whispered prayer get heard? Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger Fire and brimstone pouring down Me, I'm wondering what
the front yard The thought occurred to me, how does a mother Tell her children their daddy got killed by the police Wake up in the morning go to work Fire up
Just to the point of a vinyl convention Tee does the rappin', E does the mixin' So if you're still sleepin', yo, that's ill But when you're awake, what
we can charge harder than Busta We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants ta So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, Ja what up
, right. Im out Where's my fuckin' walkman at?" "Stop cussin' at me!" "Shut up, bitch!" "And quit talking black." Well, Slammed the door and I'm out, Now, what
