feeling can with stand The way I felt when she took my hand She only knows what emotions When truth comes to an end A broken soul inside my hands Broken soul
It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to
consuming reason leaving only ashes left you will catch me for regretting my decision, I can't keep telling myself what I want to hear, I can't just close
road And you lost all sense of control And your thoughts have taken their toll When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul Your faith walks on broken
home Don't let know one get close to you except the chosen Stick with the ones who meant the most to you when you were broke and blue, that's how fam
Mama I wanted to take u home to my mama I wanted to take u home to my mama I wanted to take u home to my mama but no [Verse 1:] What we had was awesome
I love But your faithful arms they surround me And any other soul who has to sail those seas Of a broken family Been so many times that I've been close
HIV, lost hope Overweight, self esteem Misfit, broken dream Fish tank, small bowl Closed mind, dark hold Cybergirl, droid control Get away now they trying To steal your soul
started to trip, flip, roll, and roam What about my girl who's at sleep at home? But before I could lock in on that thought She broke out with a new
how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or
look at yourself and then make the change You gotta get it right, while you got the time 'Cause when you close your heart (You can't close your, your mind) Then you close
ropes, it don't matter he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he so stagnant he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to
with me And I am home... I am holding something fragile Breaks easy as the day But what it feels like is strong and steady Reaching me from worlds away And I am home
left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home My real pops he broke
that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand, you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the
special leave requested from the years I've invested arrested, develop, addressed it, envelope the body of the black party from Farley to Bob Marley go home or go hard, at home