Each days is a rebirth of sorrow, While feelings dwell inside to fulfill the blackest morrow, Seasons change, While everything remains the same, As I
her sadistic smile, the devils grin, her thoughts so cold, my thoughts so grim her lips leave such a bitter taste regret and sadness, Blood spills from
Clouds have ceased these dreams, Halo shaped into thorns, Baring the cross of confusion, Angels fall from grace, Bright yellow hair into horns, A man grown bitter from
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if ain't about my ammo All I did was 2 clue's that was just a demo Went from harlem to holly World to the wood People gon hate
join in Let us go leaping In 3-measure time Dressed up as asses And drunk to the nines Swing from the branches, shouting those songs Gone unsung for far
one is the same (where we goin'?) I pop in my demo and everyone blows insane Walk out the building, head higher than cocaine Only for me to never ever hear from
make it alive I got a lot of talent, so I ain't hard to find I'm on the grind, my squad ain't far behind We mackin' dimes, in the club packin' nines Sniffin
tell me nothin if ain't about my ammo All I did was 2 Clue's that was just a demo Went from Harlem to Holly World to the Wood People gon hate regardless
't tell me nothin if ain't about my ammo All I did was 2 Clue's that was just a demo Went from Harlem to Holly World to the Wood People gon hate regardless
t tell me nothin if ain't about my ammo All I did was 2 Clue's that was just a demo Went from Harlem to Holly World to the Wood People gon hate regardless
