Pushed aside, never understood, I was taken for granted, I was sick and tired, Didn't want it anymore, Always out there giving, No response, no
choppers get pulled out Like you at the barber Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor This is my life (life) A ghetto dream come true Paper
that you hated and pap pap can't fade it We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me
furiated that you hated and pap, pap can't fade it We stay heavily sedated comin' now back up my buck get shaken Deeply dreaming about this demon, my
dreams, a quest to find out what freedom really means at any cost. Boat loads of Cubans lost in a maze of red tape and hate, entered this country through the bottom
los 'singamasones' Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte De ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre Mucha sangre. La peste de
, mountains and rivers of our southern border in search of a better life. Here I follow the journey backwards, from the body at the river bottom, to the
we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic lunatics Holding my balls we know Which engulfs the tip of my dick We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend Twiztid in at
red flag case I get penalized Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go It was all a dream, now we the Dream
raps Keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them Bloody heads, turn Timbalands to red bottoms
is knocking at your door first class breaking through in all you do the leader of the fresh & new you're a genius from the bottom
and set me free A storm called love made a wreck of me I'm tossed and turned, I'm in the dark All my dreams lie torn apart At the bottom of my deep blue
relentless hours of dreaming up her smell I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well I feel as if I am looking at the world from
they wilted and withered at the bottom of the sandbox They cried out, but their creators were without an answer "What about the promises?" "Where have our red
niggaz that rip up excursions Til there is no seats left You shit out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all
on the block, 23's on the drop And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga [Master P] My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom
