: Feelin' alone, kicked out at fifteen Father, ohoh, where am I gonna sleep? I had a home, now hungry, tired, filthy You had a son and walked away from
Feelin' alone, kicked out at fifteen Father, ohoh, where am I gonna sleep? I had a home, now hungry, tired, filthy You had a son and walked away from
Dear blank, I'm sorry, I blanked you're blank But you'd understand if you knew how much beer that I drank I know today is going too fucking slow So take
play myself kid I respected my fans and made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes at night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen and place
, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin' anger Point blank, I smoke
Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert
't trippin' Most dudes is okay, half of the rest ain't Talkin' 'bout what they wanna do, reality they can't Ask 'em what they life worth, watch 'em draw a blank
someone to share love in my life And like a good friend, help my soul mend From the long years, in a sea of blank faces With no place to find love, so
Blank-faced, Was this what our elders taught? Dim the lights and live like story book. I can't focus for the pinball. I'm all shook up and I think I
you, with the bullets that flip, and it sure not just gonna meet you. (Chorus) Verse 2: I'm flippin' rippin' scripts over and over, to pass from a place
olds there, they be flashing crack And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back Aye yo, Diggy, Fleet and Marvian can you imagine that? The place
I put em in they place. I call my boy Tookie then we whoop rico in his face. No time to conversate. This ain't the time or place. Watch me have to whoop
enough A diet of air, a face on the net A fish in your palm, your television set Once you convince yourself The universe falls into place You've got
The television's put a thought inside your head Llike a barry manilow, jingle I'd like, to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony A symphonic blank
mask, and the masses keep sayin' I'm speakin' for them And if you can imagine my madness, then you can see where I've been And the places the Louis has
us rock For more money, more chicks, more private stock [Streetlife] They call me Streetlife, slap the taste Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug
, fly G.I. niggaz Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in
of the timeless inserter I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a album full of ignorance the place is an experience before the reasons
