In a room you can build a home Plant the seed and life begins to grow When it?s outgrown life inside How will it live and will it survive On it?s own
Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble, if I should fall Would any
live a hell of a life I think I fell in love with a porn star And got married in the bathroom Honeymoon on the dance floor And got divorced by the end
infamy makes me no autographer Custody haunts my dreams, nightmares of capture Paranoid of surveillance, phobia of cameras My banks bigger but so are my fears Past records proved players live
Tyga and Jay Sean:- A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night
to you at God-speed but yet it's gentle And when I rhyme I make reading fundamentals Or even black and white, my lyric is live and living color My flow
trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease and Los Angeles is burning A placard reads, 'The end
madness The sunset on the end of days Capital City's burning in flames Ocean swept your possessions away Welcome to the end of days The sunset on the end
in the backs who dabble in wax Still in my yard when I sculpted the culprit The tall shit that will end up with his skull split Then I buried the
Rock it fast, rock it slow (c'mon, yeah) You gon' rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!) [Talib Kweli] Black rock and roll, black hotter flow At the end
one road And end up in L.A. when it's time to take a load off my shoulders Cause it gets much colder, it rains in the winter Where I live so I entered
rose Mexicanos, latin and negros Lived the life of thug passion heros We live in projects with ghetto belly dancers That enchant us, when you see us bring yo cameras
you can't remember You ripped his nose ring Right out his nose Before he took it four times in the ribs But somehow he lived From the little bit of
From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All the way live from
and then i grow everywhere i go i plant a seed i hope i grow but every seed planted aint always granted life though some grow slower then they flourish in the end
that shit Listen to 'em cheer when your forehead splits Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah We got guts on the camera The Joker's Wild is brought