[Tru-Life] Yeah, Wassup Tru-Life Here Lotta Questions... I'm not the Lord But I do have some answers 'cuz I do read His word So if you wanna talk, we
rush hour, 'cos I like the rush The pushing of the people, I like it all so much Such a mass of motion, do not know where it goes I move with the movement
that?s the Moses twist to me I?m the shepherd of these letters Watch them dance with my essence Waitin this in space with a hand clutching heaven So answer the question
I'm trying to rhyme But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah Look, I'm dying to be different, down to die to make a difference Music for the movement
aggrivating masterbatingto a dial tone. I'm the home to run-away trains of thought My one track mind is a collision inter-course where victim's cross
Stay out that wonderment I'm tellin you baby Come up out that tree, don't even trip Don't even ask no questions, that's what it is That question mark,
crushing state of the union Between serpentine words and mass confusion Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment Your family will love my low-rent, low-life No-brain, reality-dagger, movement
babe Were ignorant now of the path this would take The people were blind to the subtle control That was exercised daily upon every soul With no room to question
this would take The people were blind to the subtle control That was exercised daily upon every soul With no room to question this delicate life All fears
he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against his shoulder, 'cross
Body lies on the floor Very sick complexion Movements drive your lips No more words and no more breath I can feel my tears Running on my cheeks I can
rush hour, cos I like the rush The pushing of the people - I like it all so much Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes I move with the movement
(feat. Cross Movement (Phanatik & The Tonic)) (Intro) [The Tonic] Hey, its 5 in the morning (Whoo) The young boy ready to get in here (hahaha) TRUTH,
know that I'm not gonna hurt you All in, you're never alone One true soldier Until the story's over Crossroads, cross toes, hit em with a cross bow Remember
m trying to rhyme, But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah. Look, I'm dying to be different; down to die to make a difference. Music for the movement