Look at life through the eyes of the struggle
Giving in to the lies of the hustle...
Out of my head, out of my dreams, out of my broken...
Leave me be, ready for a fresh start...
THRU THiiCK N THiiN
UVE BEEN MUH FRiiEND...
All i do is love you,
day and night,through out my life...
When money flows from me to other folks,
I see but smiles on the mugs of blokes...
It's been a while since I've
Written a sentence...
She makes her way to the bed,
walking as clumsily as possible...
Llegastes a mi casa
Me dijistes hola...
Last night rolled up tha block
to a lil spot called west 9th st...
These feelings, pouring from my heart.
But, somehow, I can’t force my hand to...
Hitting the block
husltin\' 2 get by...
Like the late great Martin Luther King,
I have a dream...