sun But I go And keep getting closer to that light I think I might... CHORUS 2. Raindance © Vigoda/Gruber 1993 Whatcha do whatcha do with the fire Whatcha do whatcha do with
nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long You best to free your mine before I free my nine And stop fuckin' with the void in pop or feel my hot rocks
with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down Belford one deep and [unverified] crew And money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Living
stomach You scarred for life and your whole high life's invited Burned alive it's all for real so tonight I ignite And leave you all face down to die With
now I'm smiling countin' money like (Ya) Realize it ain't the life for me I done found another hustle 'cuz, I'm so fly I'm living life a lot better Still
She was born with a song in the air In the summer of 85 The clouds just went and the day became so bright A child of love angel like With the most beautiful
was scared he be broke, he grow up the same way If it was up to me you wouldn't have to work for shit We can live great on the states and live mad rich
sick and tired I don't know if he lives all alone If you're scared of the darkness Just leave the lights on I had a talk with my neighbor Said, "Isn
doubts that swirl all around us, For those lives that tear at the seams, We know, We're not what we've seen, For this dance we'll move with each other
She lives by disillusion glow We go where the wild blood flows On our bodies we share the same scar Love me, wherever you are How do you love with
scars you're keeping Exit wounds, where their leaving, the scars you're keeping Lose your clothes and show your scars, that's who you are Lose your clothes and show your scars
to cry 'Cause your heart and soul will survive The child struggled to survive, now he's a man With children of his own, he does the best one can Tries to live with
The one who you told, "Look don't touch" The kid who wouldn't amount to much Well, I'm here and you're still there With your fake sport scar and receding
a beautiful distraction I kept you locked away outside And let misery provide And now I am ashamed And so I walk to try to find a space Where I can be alone to live with
It's all about surrender Giving up, being still It's only for the weak For the faint of heart Those driven to their knees Those who live with scars
with Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past quarter to three I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my h***** right here with
t do it to yourself again Decaying yourself with all the love you won't give Killing yourself about the way you don't live now 'Cause you're not gonna live
I batter you all Shatter they jaw, batter the core to make a fatter than yours Terror Squad to my death, tombstone on my chest With the chrome in the vest, alone or with