Don't believe just everything that they say the wools being pulled over your eyes every day lost, in the system breakout breakout the suits control
like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck
tell where you run to (When you duckin' the po-po dodging these killas) (And leaving yo family at yo people dog) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When you stuck shit outta luck
When I'm down on my luck and I'm searching for my soul When I'm feeling too much and I start to lose control When I'm down so low that even enemies don
I aint talkin about the dope, In talking about the raggedy road, Niggas crack they rims riding over potholes, But thats how it goes, When you stuck fuck outta luck and lost
God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) [Chorus: Eminem] Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to
the jewels The talk of the town, the neighborhood news But friends weren't true inside They were passengers, goin along for the ride And it makes you say damn! Because I feel so hard
to show ya love back, homie you a friend for life For your crime I'm doin' time in the Penn tonight It's bad enough I lost a family, my luck ain't live
struggle Then we walk through your hood and you show me your hustle Plus those marks on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed you Hard luck too?
We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own Livin' life in these hard streets where it's like they lost their
a day Where nothin' at all seems to go your way No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut You just could not break the string of bad luck A day
for when I wanted to reach out and touch An Alpine stereo that straight up rocked With 12 inch woofers you could hear for blocks The first day I got it, I was frontin' real hard
up, WHACK, that's when I got ya Crack, smack, kept rackin' in ya end Kept thumpin' ya skull until it finally caved in It looked like spaghetti in a broken bowl I guess I lost
bad luck Seven come eleven and she could be mine Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line I've been to the table, and I've lost
spleens Still hearin' the blood spillin' It's just a little dream that I be havin' Man, I love killin' (brotha lynch): I got a hard dick for killin'
cry it's alright baby Everything gone be gravy later, that's right Ah, this is the time when we take time to remember All the loved ones we lost in the
. before I got gaffled Owned by C.A., state property Just like the year fifteen fifty three Looking for me, a one-way ticket out Don't understand, what's so hard
you drop My comrads and criminals through hard time I ride for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine I do the crime, the point is mine Look around the clockwork, it ain't hard
