yours and yours alone If you dig too deep are you scared you'll find something As spoonfuls of shit will surely add up Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease You
to go I just snap Man I just snap, Man I just snape [Verse 1] When I say jump, You better start leapin' When I say crawl, Then you better start creepin' As soon as
Please take a seat Let me tell you both a tale of love and hope It's a story that you may have heard before Told as mythical lore But this translation
on seventh street? You're scared. You're scared. Why are you so scared? There'd be no problem if you didn't care Now you've truly formed an opinion about
Heroin] Asides from gettin in you, the words will stain you Permanent like ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists to scar this, thought of partnership you
I don't care what you say Aren't they? Aren't they?!?! I beg not forgiveness, just a cure for this sickness As it stands now, there's no hope in sight
fuck Guess you don't know a nigga 'till you catch a case with 'em It ain't all gravy just because you make cake with 'em It's real, niggaz scared to
as well, know what i mean? It goes like this A million here a million there ya you got a mil but for real dog, no body cares if if you dont share you
and turned away she said she will not hear my voice today "you are still asleep and still the same, same as the day you said you'd change." and with
these lines Beyond the clouds of sorrow Be overcast my heart One point and purpose Races through my veins This is the cure, one cure One cure for all our pain As
Something that makes me stop and listen My heart grows heavy with the cry Where is the hope for London? You whisper and my heart begins to soar As I
for you? What can I do for you? What can I do for you? I can hear you What can I do for you? What can I do for you? What can I do for you? Far
you For my deepest scar Cause what we had are now just fragments My blood flowed from your hands Heartless. soulless You could not care Less you
leave it alone I can be your lover and your mother And your father who never really had To take you fishing or teach compassion You used my voice as your spokesman You
, plus I never cloned a microphone What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance Before I sit you on my gurney And lead you to an anestetic breather
under ground but you can't get none 'Cuz if you step into my round, you be one dead son We get love where niggas be scared to come And we got a whole
say, you, you scared to ride in my car 'Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin' at it It ain't even that deep, baby You don't have to worry, you