on the floor Illusion never changed into something real I'm wide awake and I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn
Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I'm wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn You're a little late I'm already torn Torn
no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough
heart, left right left We all fall down... [Chorus] Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn
my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off Fuck
as though I have to let you know It's growing old to see us torn by every choice that I have made In every instant you were right to write me off and
Mike-o killed by a psycho Sad or sorry I be tomorrow For all those who wanna analyze me Starts off in the hips Move to my lips Starts off in the
War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of friend or foe. Always declared by the high and fought out by the low. Elevated to the state of honourable feud. Fought
any if any trend came rename fame shame To backspin speakin’ spic spans off spills of crack bins So get your action. right locating jaws draw. Bite mars is mourned warned rating. Torn
wanna stay in my motherfuckin house" "many young men reject the traditional values That are important to their parents. Church, school and family Have been replaced by street, turf, and gang." Twenty-one
Where we're all friends, and ain't no enemies And there ain't no one minute you're wrong, next minute you're gone So I hope that, by the end of this
my history He fought for what he thought Would set us somehow free He tought me what to say in school I learned off by heart But now that's torn
one of their pets out in the road ahead. As they approached the fallen body, blood appeared and then they saw a leg that had been torn away somehow.
in old, torn clothes Keep it real bitch, I ain't start off rich And I'm still mud-foot in, nigga shit ain't changed One word too many, get your mouth
little homies stood shocked While they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop On the other side of sorrow is a father being torn Apart by the sight
the sun me and the desert we are one I am a murderer Only the dead souls know I'm alive They want me to lie down by their side These are the demons
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