But I don't know what it is The seeds of inspiration Never germinated in my mind The beacon of awakening Is somewhere that I can't find So I don't know what it is
I don't know what it is the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so I don't know what it is
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but I don't know what it is the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so I don't know what it is
to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!" "In this world of a million religions Everyone prays the same way." "Your praying is in vain! It’ll all
rule's never rat - what you want to know, or who's askin Just some habits of highly effective MC's Y'all is pussy rap, my speech made you weak in the
me your teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth) Got no salvation (No salvation) Got no salvation Got nor religion (No religion) My religion is you Take a bite of my bad girl meat (Bad
go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what the public say we gon' prove It ain't
to change 'Cause I just, I just can't keep Going on, it was virtual Virtual insanity that we're livin' in That we're livin' in That virtual insanity is what it is
way the government treats A.I.D.S. I won't be satisfied until all my niggas get it, get it? Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it
Yeah you, fellas what we gon' do? What? Take it to the grave? What? Take it to the grave Take it to the grave, I'ma take it to the grave I'ma take it
fete chase been doin it for a while Phunk Dog on the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats
, ma? I hope you ain't up in here with your man, ma I love it when you wiggle it and shake it Drop, trick it, drop and do your little dance, ma True Religion
now slowly Your oldie that?s for takin' it P now what?s left to play soley That?s for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets it?s a respect thang Can?
given it all you can And your life is in the garbage can And you say you're tired and dry 'cause your mind won't let you cry So you hang up what is left
