: on and on and on and on this road goes on and leads you far away -a better place- don?t hold on keep moving on and on this road won?t lead you astray
the eye and Medusa died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind I can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got a
Bitch Multiply,Divide me, Then add on the remainder I push more weight then a personal trainer I get my gucci duffle bag and my hat off the shelf Im a
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, this one's for the people All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat Shit, breathe the thought we all equal Ain't a man
you And in between your magic words The echo and the call were never heard PRECHORUS: And the lines are drawn A match divided and thrown As the heart holds on To the life
nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light It's the hood life, don't fight A
to writers of wack poems Divided attacks, tryin' to collapse this platform In this rap, we detach from any distraction Yes, sever the head of the evil music (Meant to divide
fortunate part Is there a guarantee To where we'll be As time pass on One of us passive progressive The other mad calm Combine a hundred rhymes Swollen Members Black Magic Tour bus, a
a long way from home On this land that they stole, took it all Gave us drugs after gold Incarceration to a fold To raise the murder toll What else, to divide
show him how Kill or be killed where I come from ain't no in between Why trade the world just to be a dope fiend Hoes have a child just to take a nigga
and analyzed tha world from my project roof An' seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth A good kid, I kept this burna in dis motha goose A motherless
The siren sings a lonely song Of all the wants and hungers The lust of love, a brute desire The ledge of life goes under Divide the dream into the flesh
'm lastin' my time here Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear And every nigga that
I sit an analyze the world from my roof seen the hope in the eyes of the trouble youth A good killa kept a burner in his bubble goose a mother less child
n analyzed tha world from my project roof An' seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth A good kid, I kept this burna in dis motha goose A motherless
unstable destination (I feel life breathing down my neck) we have signed our own death warrant with other people's blood (I feel life breathing down
