, feel disgrace. I'm the one that's fallen. I'm the one in pain. I'm the one that's going. Forces decay in pain, by the light. Bullituary, Obituboys
possessed I need the root of all evil for my stress Cause now it's like a stong prescription drug It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it
} So he'll come and try and separate the sum But he dumb, he didn't know we had a way to overcome Rejuvenated by the beating of the drum Come together by the cycle
an endless cycle of joy and pain Inside one day your whole life can change innocence torn away Trust gives way to a thicker skin A shield from pain
broken pieces And do it all again the vicious cycle never ceases The cure and the poison The loss and the gain Escaping once again The cause and solution The pleasure and pain
/ gang rivals Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics I tell 'em that this is all tribal Used to do dirt/ shorty's goin' through the same cycle And
crying out to me I see the pain it's so much more than youth should know It tears me apart What can I do to change what I see This vicious cycle must
bigot. Back load myself. Lay down the sentence of never ending said. Platonic disease. Platonic disease. No jury. The pain. The chance wronged release pain
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me I guess I'll go, make my own way It's a circle I mean cycle I can't excite you anymore Where's your gavel? Your
am on a higher ground You are, You are my cure from the cycle down Sinking In a sea of self Deception Never sold so well Regret like I have not Pain
make her yell at me Tempers flair and we foul to be bindin' lookin' for hell and we find it Fallin' rapidly no time to be rewind it It's a never ending cycle
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me Well, I guess I'll make my own way It's a circle, a mean cycle I can't excite you anymore Where's your gavel?
your old news Then they beg you to play old school Then they want it back like it was / what to do? Like before, they get bored; keep score, your ignored, strike a chord The cycle
a sewer Meet a giant fish, fuck his brains out And after, that I'm filled with shame No one but myself to blame Nothing in my heart but pain And next
they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. They puttin' the game in a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons. I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I gotta
and it's proper Better than their mommy or their daddy did Better than the childhood they suffered The truth is they're happier when they're in pain
(Hey) Even the numbers (Yeah) Let me exactly hear (Oh) Bet you you wonder (Yeah) I know how my mama felt (Yeah) Getting ran over (Yeah) But this ain't a cycle
mock He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin' To honies hawkin', I'm the hottest nigga in New York And I see his hunger pains, I know his blood
