'm gonna tell you straight from the shoulder... Boy... you better get running' On the corner of 2nd and 6th and outta time, With a cough, feeling lost and a
I'm gonna tell you straight from the shoulder... Boy... You better get running' On the corner of 2nd and 6th and outta time, With a cough, feeling lost and a
faces and junky eyes The streets won?t sleep tonight A lullaby for the half-alive The city swings and whines To the double crime of drugs and hard times
overwork and under pay at minimum wage She said the overtime is worth the aches and paines but is it worth the prescoius time that ticks away, every second everyday For over half
weekend to weekend And I should be out looking for a job left with nothing else so I think but only wind up heading for a stiff drink "it's time to stumble
Do you believe the lies Given to us from another time And can you say that everything is fine when your ideology is only right half the time I'm growing
cities I dreamed of this son Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes and fiends of the slum (Wor) CHORUS AZ (Nas): (Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas
and catch crack like dice Give 'em a double order of man slaughter on the tape recorder Fuck the law and order, tape muffled and distorted All you heard
not be a next time) With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time) To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time
I used to be a stereotype Half alive with half open eyes With a one track mind And a flawed design Feeling like I was lost At sea at only the age of
day Like this day like now-a-day be right there Like (I, O, A), gimme half a light year Same time it take y'all to drink a light beer Feel the wrath
a medly Relay, who could match the venom on the replay [Finesse] Aiyyo, the bitch nice and catch crack like dice Give 'em a double order of man slaughter
another day Like this day like now-a-day be right there Like (I, O, A), gimme half a light year Same time it take y'all to drink a light beer Feel the
