trying to find a spark. We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold We're searching for god, or so I'm told. We're searching for solace, we search
get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
of the magazines We go through many different stages in our life though short it is We take on symbols sounds and faces but in the end you're all there is This is
have no fucking clue How one in heaven can sit patiently And watch the masses starve On empty stomachs they may go And to this kingdom it is far In
time? Is this the price, the hell we pay? The poisoned fear known to man is he who try to find his path The collective force blaming you "This is day
Cube, trillionaire I own a mansion and a yacht, haha We do it like it should be does Yeah, Westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh Death Row is very greedy Sic-Wid-It records is
feet. If it is alright (if it is alright) to conceal the truth, Then when does the concealment end, and lying begin? Tell me when? Tell me when? This is
] Helpless, Hopeless, Cold and lonely Only you can save me now Trembling and shivering, scared I want this all to end if only you could hear me now [Verse 2] My mind is
oath together Said I will never die, if we both together Yeah, this is my testification I'm Wayne on their hands like presipatation And in hell you,
that pillow is where your head'll lie Permanently bitch, it's beddy bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah prepare to die My head is swole, my confidence is up This stage is
is time for your fate and I won't hesitate to pull you down into this pit So come on Jump in the Fire So come on Jump in the Fire With hell in my eyes
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind You're out of time 'Cause this is
Innocence Part II: Home The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still
children Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting the world in white I tread the way and lose myself into a tale Come hell or high water My search will
have dropped their leaves, Clouds their waters All this burden is killing me Distance is covering your way, Tears your memory All this beauty is killing
on the street is U changed me It shows in my behaviour Past present future Lay it all out Found my call in your house And let the whole world know what this love is
can't even if you try Because I'm a hell-of-a-lover hell-of-a-partier all-of-hell-of-a-guy Yeh can I do this Yeh ya just did it Tell em. Yo can I do
