MA job is to rap
and i always love to clap...
Three cheers
for the no more tears...
I look into her eyes
And I know that it's all true...
Its a place that feels like a jail
Its so old but I'm so new...
Talk that mess
spit that s hit...
You\'ll Always be my baby bro no matter how old u...
You are my blood, my family...
Time is passing, the day is gone,
them games you were playing...
LEFT BEHIND
life goes on day by day...
Baby you looking at me like if i'm a freak
go on SPEAK...
Take A PULL, on this glass,
and I FEEL...
Note: Ignore the dashes between the cuss words...
I can't seem to get you...
The Angel of Death smiles at me,
I already know where I'm going...