run, so what you gonna do? Be glad it's me, homeboy and not you The hunted child I'm the hunted child Hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm only 17
I know that's it's not impossible I'll wait for you until you finish your fight I'll wait for you until the timing is right I'll wait for you until you
me closer to you dear Deeper than gravity is how I must be near I'll be hunting And though you cause my calling And though you smell I'm crawling You
hands tremble their way Take me, anywhere that you like Hold me, deep within. Do what you like Take me, anywhere
You're first I'm last You're thirst I'm asked to justify Killing our last heaven beast Don't hunt the whale In beauty vision do we offer much If we reason
the season, now the question Time to breathe a moment's grace For the hunter and the hunted Taking time to break the pace Are you hopeful? Are you haunted
the steed and ride him well For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead
fox to a lotta hound dogs on the hunt You the push to a lotta cush rolled in the blunt You the hottest in the dance but you aint what i want I'm a business
to a lot of hound dogs on the hunt you need a push to a lotta cush rolling a blunt you the hottest at the dance but you ain't what I want I'm a business
I pimp so you can see how you can do one day What do you want in the flame tell ?em the hunt day? Mark you?re hot ?.. Hut? hut... chill with a gun play
last And I've been saving These last words for one last miracle But now I'm not sure I can't save you if you don't let me You just get me like I never
a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Saturday night for me I see things a little different through the blood in my eyes And though you might
put my whole on display, to my dismay stop it, you carry-in on without logic let me tell you this about Joe I only say you what I want you to hear you
eyes Well you know it strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets Stalking turf, dividing up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat, it's you and me, you
If you don't wear condom you see a red line Oh, you sucka M.C's you got no flow I heard ya style you S O, S O Every time I make a run, girl you turn
underneath the pile of lies you handed me And you would hunt those lies, they'd be all you'd ever find That'd be all you'd have to know for me to be
When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold
afford their education I been a prison guard for fourteen years That ain't exactly a vacation Since he's been here, he's followed every rule Well, I told you