on that day That the hand of god Would never steal Anyone from me again [Verse 3:] I'm living life Like a rolling stone Living life like A rolling stone
trust in society I’m numb, cold, ready. No one else dies today . . . What did you do? I don’t remember . . . Murderer! They say I’m a murderer! God
that to say that opportunity But they just don’t equate to all the time they take away From the kids all the shit I did right is a mistake If deyjah end
just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still ain't got a fuckin' clue
to see a young thug cry They seeing us inside a casket That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside
God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces, they wrists
in my head say fuck all these niggaz Then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggaz Man my homies then wan' do whateva i wan' do I say i wan' eat they say
they may need a hand when this problems going on. A thing you have to get straight Is that you don’t own my hand. And I don’t owe you a thing. So
into a dream, so unlike what you've seen so unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
to God a house And to save one's soul from Hell One should be baptised and say vows A man of pride with the Hammer told new God To build his house on
Across the border they turn Water into wine Some say it's the devil's blood They're squeezing from the vine Some say it's a saviour In these hard and
about You lost and walkin about Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could
people out west Say what Throw your hands in the air To my hip hop niggas Ya don’t stop To my niggas in the street Ya don’t stop To my niggas gettin money Say
and find god like Mase too But just stay there with him and try and stay you Getting away is important I can pull a couple strings like a guitar hand
a pot of a lotta nouns Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo Dart flyin through the air
they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive) Memories they haunt me (they haunt
a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a
