breathe, I feel you inside My mind it's burning There's no time And now it's moving you feel its life The fire burning deep inside Burn the inside Come
fuck about, Trouble always found me, I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide, Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE! Chorus
innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son, Ice
Note: during the whole song you can hear talkings in the background (intro) Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (
And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily And they love me back, that's why they stay with me So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son Got
uptown nigga) Yo, you know how, you know you know you know the deal, you know what I mean (Of course I know the deal, it's the E-W son) Yo, check it
What's the deal son? Herm Fiasco It's the world famous AZ Show For the world (AZ Show) [AZ] No doubt, time to mellow out Party at the yellow house, yell
niggaz know how to shoot joints} (Put down the gun son) {Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville} (Put down the gun son) Niggaz tried to front
I got Martin Swayze Is it real son, is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and
burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son
feel a burnin' sensation Gettin' closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son
long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standin' there alone Lookin' at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside
time you will be there watching my soul dancing away Rising from hell based on a war killed by the night aiming at you Close to the edge burning inside
lines petrify your mind?s third eye, when I?m high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal
about, trouble always found me I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come inside No, trouble
McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday Put your ass in my path and I'm a blast it Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid Terrorizing
em like Jell-o Sonny you're funny like Johnny Carson So I'ma enjoy, watchin your butt burn up just like an arson These rhymes here can kill son You try
