movement. It's all for future plans. Promotion saturated scene forgets the heart and feeling. No one believes it anymore. Blood on the pages blood on
not movement. It?s all for future plans. Promotion saturated scene forgets the heart and feeling. No one believes it anymore. Blood on the pages blood on
room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on, motherfucker 'Cause all this bullshit just make me strong, motherfucker So I pick the world up And I'ma drop it on
Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked
On the TV or in the news On the front page you can choose You know someone, someone strong You know someone doing something wrong Pain Pain It's reflecting
down, they got the one strike law You go in, you reach the other two before you know What happen to you game's over dude On the next page, they got power
You walk in here with your guitar man Your shiny boots and your full on band A smile on your face, a knife in your hand Singing songs you gotta memorize
One time, yeah, yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One **** front, my face on the front page Only if I had one ***, one girl and one
victims in the daylight A demon on the rise, and I'm snatchin' your fuckin' life Been shot with a twelve gauge I died and made front page The devil sent
nigga can get And I was raised with that g-code imbedded in my blood And I would rather die than tell on a nigga from my hood Or tell it on a motherfucker
man, I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when 12 o'clock jump on eve of 11-9 Suicide
It changed for the worse But I love it so I write in tears And pray til it hurts Prick my fingers Til the blood stains would cover the page Wipe my eyes
actresses And they tryin' to play the man's role Can't they see us wildin' on the video? Don't they see us in the club swingin' elbows? Or on the street with our jewels on
gon' respect me I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li So don't test me, or the boy S P 'Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin' blood, on my fresh tee You
missin' the vision, it's the blaze of glory [Chorus] [Ab-Liva] Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history Turn pages for me, my story is epic Hustle in my blood
But I ride a single star that generates no heat in your hand And I'm a boxer bucking on the back of the beat I'm a jet plane rising, turning on the
how I can go no longer Mark my footsteps my good page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly In his
and I gathered up some clothes I never planned on this but it's the way it goes And now it all seems so familiar like pages turned on calendars We get
