but nothing could be so hard. trying to guess lifes dealing. what's the next card? I'm surely folding. i don't like this hand at all. [chorus] Keep those eyes
So you think the areas gray but it continues each day a bad example of the attitude you portray act like I owe you my life you should be burdened
There's another reflection involved up in my mind A wholeness that has just been lost Striving hard for perfection but still nothing to find Some value
Long. I`ve Been Running away for far too long Afraid of what Afraid of what I know is soon to come I may not be much of an example right now But I can
It woke up in me years ago how this was meant to be all of those falsehoods plain to see they dug and hung their greed will there be profit you could
So Maybe I am Bound By Fate A Problematic Scarring Induced By Hate It Never Seems To All Pan Out Is That What All This Teaching Is Needed To Scout You
Well it seems as though everyone's been led astray far away from. From what we know, still can't find a reason or the right words to say. It'll be ok
Maybe nobody told you about this life maybe nobody answered your questions why simple revelations they come in time those liars told us things would
There must be something you can recommend. I've lost my faith in man again So sick of trying to pretend. Same pain over and over again How much longer
-d-d-dance Dance, dance, just, j-j-just When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw
Sunrise showing every flaw Paying for the nights before Dark eyes, scanning every vein Exploding cannot stand the strain Standing on trial, scrutinize
You're final day You're final day Don't know when it's gonna come? Your final day You didn't think that I would notice I see it in your eyes The tragic flaw
of nigga that belongs in a ward With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold They shall be flawed
Coupes? Bad Boyz Aim for the sky, cop the shit then shoot Minks draggin' on the floor, bangin' on your whore Suckin' the croissant just examine it for flaws
She moves through the black door She turns toward the desperate light With her breath like iodine, with her filigree design She summons the fire from
of water in a cotton dress That Preacher's daughter, she sure is blessed As sunlight passes through the fabric so soft You can imagine, what goes through
had was my nuts and my pride I was different than them niggaz on the block sellin' drugs But I was always with 'em, actin' like a thug Runnin' through