could reach up and take the sky But you'd find a reason or alibi Well you're black and white in color Well you're over, you're under Hey, I question
we could reach up and take the sky But you'd find a reason or alibi Well you're black and white in color Well you're over, you're under Hey, I question
A screaming match again Could this be the end A breaking point and I can't bear it You wanna know the truth The map to life is long I've taken every wrong
I know is that I'm tryin' I wanna believe in you I wanna believe in you But you make it so hard to do What's the point of makin' plans You break all
wearing thin I break under pressure - but I'm trying to endure within Break the shell - and you will regret it Break the shell - you wish you never did it Break
me hanging upside down Deep inside you've got me all wrong now You've got me hanging upside down On a cross, that's burning, burning Break my back under
. Before I'm through, I'm sure that you will find A new respect for the rhymes I inject. Through your eardrum, Don't play dumb Just let me get to the point
the fuck do you figure? That I can say peace and the gunshots won’t cease Every cop killin’ goes ignored They just send another nigga to the morgue A point
and rhyme collide Sometimes... Sometimes I feel like a prophet Misunderstood Under the gun like a new disease Sometimes I feel like a prophet Misunderstood Under
to create something So they can water it down Sometimes I feel like a prophet Misunderstood Under the gun like a new disease Sometimes I feel like a prophet Misunderstood Under
losing his And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath I'm blacking out with no post up under
under the gun 'Cause they got me public enemy, number one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one All you suckers, liars, court testifiers Wanna infiltrate and break
Whether they gag me, bound me, hollow point 'round me (I feel ya) Dump me off the side of a bridge and drown me (Uh huh) Spare my family, the details
go die, or learn to hope? Get back on your way at the end of the day Under the fire and the rain The whole big bloody
today Fully automatic, gunning through it Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain Mo' murda, I heard 'em holla, holla, clock dollas Swallow me, baby, 'cause we balling hollow point
bank that he hold. Natural born mind control. False niggas' gang blown away. It makes you wonder why niggas be hatin'. They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you under
pocket Too my pistol out, unlocked it, pulled the hammer back and cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet, I seen a (Murder, murder) I pin-pointed