And nobody talks to me I am just a wall I am just a wall See things that no one sees I am just a wall Nobody talks to me I am just a wall And I see
jungle, just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as a death pack, the colors I choose Red or blue 'cuss or
ones with the good sense not use it? Usually niggas don't know what to do when they back against the wall So they just start shootin' For red or for blue
fucked up, mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight To awake
of fact, you're more than just slippin' You're way beyond control, you're on a mission You walk right through a wall, to get a twenty, a forty or an
wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than
in here It's time to motor, travel like a foul order Clear my head, stay sober, the soul controller Oahh, it's been a long, long A long time coming A
me away As I float over my body and look at myself That can't be me, there's no way How could this happen to such a man with such a plan? Just when you
com check the domain It's coming too soon, album on the way People ask me if i pray, i say yeah once in a blue moon Oops, i mean a red moon, i did it
I heard your sick sucked on that cancer stick A throbbing tumor and a radiation high Shit out of luck and now your time is up It brings me pleasure just
' through the channels A lazy Sunday afternoon Caught the race in Talladega Comin' 'round lap 22 When the fella in the blue car Gave a red car a little
all your vices and your only choice is packing it in Who wants to know that your life is a crisis cause you're paying the prices for living in sin Nobody wants
brings things that drive me ape-dick We just lose our minds Like a beast by a beast, see what He created We just lose lose our minds You threw a spank
cross seas, call us junglin' thugs And it's sure to move ya feet like a gun in the club I blaze like a ounce and a half, stay countin' the cash For
? im richer then a bitch without the grey pupon yea, im talkin out of my head i make a blue-eyed bitch just admire my red ima blood muthafucka a blood
Here I am a soldier, slowly sinkin' in the Quicksand of the past Got no recipe. Muffins won't rise And the margarine's goin' fast My walls are blue
