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Only Crime The Well

from a shattered book I want to die when I see that look I still Remember when we had something relevant to say And we all drink from the well of might

dust her But she knows that, keeps a gat Works much plastic, always stays on phat She said she loves me Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies She only

y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all Y'all are players, peace out to my Manager George I thought you how to be a player, and you're doin' well To the crime

ain't got a dime Your mother's standin' in the welfare line The way the youth survive is crime My life is over so I might as well speak my mind I killed

ninas Out of two, Clipse they say, malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You mistook me for a rapper, huh Well

can`t seem to find My way over Wandering I am lost As I travel along The white cliffs of Dover Many rivers to cross And it`s only my will That

Rock Roll, roll, roll, roll Well, every time that you're allowed to see the morning sun It's a reminder that your life ain't done Wake up and live Wake

mine so down i fell, down into the water black my prison cell, only the moon was shining back (shining back) x9 if i seem lost well i weighed the cost and chose my crime

cross But I can't seem to find my way over Wandering I am lost As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover Many rivers to cross And it's only my will