hearts with our honor. We've become witness, We have now fallen into a plague of cruelty. I can find my own life in reality, I'll never be lonely. May
You could call it Christopher Columbus syndrome [Chorus 2x] Is it Obamas nation or an abomination? Is it Obamas nation or an abomination? Is it Obamas nation or
"forget them now." I listened well. All those lies that you'd hoped would never get around, Have finally surfaced and the contract out on your heart is collected now
who do you think you are To tell me that I don't belong here Or anywhere at all (anywhere beside you) I've pulled my punches for the last time And now
man in the bar who looks up to you Even though he is like half your age He's never gonna know what you're going through Or what it must be like to have
s tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights
every righteous man lets fight this plan of a other man waxin thoughts of a brother man satans waitin for us to be hatin each other sister brother or
I was meant to be And if you give a damn Take me baby or leave me Take me baby or leave me A tiger in a cage can never see the sun And this diva needs
them find you! *Take the boat - leave me here - *go now, *don't wait... *Just take her and go - before it's *too late... *Go... Go now - go now and leave
signs all strategued Just try it and you tease Brings triumph and believe I'm a lion or a deem Inspired by the green Never tired nor fatigue Never defiant to my team Never
finish, T punching the V Like a prize fighter, eyes light up When I glide by the thighs Try the size, why the cries? Cause I be the pied piper Wide or
Take the boat - leave me here - go now, don't wait . . . Just take her and go - before it's too late . . . Go . . . Go now - go now and leave me! (RAOUL
keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah) Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word) Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight
s no prize being me and getting to wise, they just make you turn around and go apologize. I don't wanna lose what I've got, but you'll never here me
traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries
saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now
that the cops ain't included in And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in Right at the end of my road, who been there before? Now that I'm dead, it
will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never be