The last year was one lost year of my life I loved her, but this was the worst thing I could ever do Now that I'm free, I know that this one lost year
enough to send a man over the edge humpty And if it ain't me against the world Then I feel like I'm going against this whole country Nobody's on my
somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified, and keep on
hurt, to feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down
to live on the edge To much time and to much money That's a dangerous recipe He started trying things he shouldn't have Pretty soon it was outta hand Lost
and entrapped in the middle of the frontline where the action's at Head straight to the scope, it's like hangin on the edge, of a ledge I play my part
lost All the strength it takes on reserve within to save more than myself A distance waits to be crossed It's all just begun Alive through straight
to fucking give No one person has the answers, there's no one way to live Nobody's better than no one else, straight edge or what they eat Stand up
hard to fucking give No one person has the answers, there's no one way to live Nobody's better than no one else, straight edge or what you eat Stand
all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified and keep on
gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials Horrified, and keep on frontin
's a million things about me you will never know Like they caught me on video And yeah, they caught me on radio Yeah, they caught me on video, radio
stay breast-fed And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on the pavement Face down on
[Lyrics & Music: Vicious Rumors] I'm feeling razor sharp riding on the cutting edge. I'm going back and forth raging like a lunatic I'm going to do things
You've got a beautiful temper But it gets the best of you, best of you But you know your mouth Is on the edge of a secret And you make adjustments for
on the edge Keep them out of sight out of mind In the end it is us picking up the pieces that we find On the path of least resistance evidence is
it And this one goes to all of those that make the moves and those that have paid the dues To all of those that walk the fine line on the edge To all
