for answers Baby, you were the spotlight That found me in a dark room I was lost inside of you Lost Inside of you Have you ever been lost before Where your heart
Looking for answers Baby, you were the spotlight That found me in a dark room I was lost inside of you Lost Inside of you Have you ever been lost before Where your heart
Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that
blank stare, yeah It doesn't make you care (make you care) Not designed to make you care (make you care) They're betting you won't care (you won't...)
heart to say Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my God I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today You
production, my cheek, you know my steez Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break laws Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war I got somethin' for you
backyard Where violence has taken over Free enterprise and lies is idolized 'Cause it's deep inside with Allah, God or Jehovah To guide the lost tribe You
the way you danced tonight, And I'm picturing you as I touch my inside. Full pink lips and fingertips, I'm drinking you in little sips, God I love you
on the weak and all the stolen hearts they break, runnin' for their lives. mama no need to run. no need to hide. everything you got, you got, you got goin on inside
I'm damn proud to be American Yeah, I made some friends, and I've lost some too When I think about what they gave for me and you I hear bagpipes
do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
me that it weighs you down Tell me that you need me And I'll tell you that I hate you now FUCK YOU, you don't know what you need And this is the last
P] Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo My life's not right [check one] My life's not right [check two] My life's not right [check three] Are you ready? [El-P] (you
you kidding I suffer from excess anxiety A product of pollution in American society Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind and
the way she feels when they spend time together Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever Despite the fact they hold each other heart to heart You
s my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you
the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you
fat man's face Would ever look so sweet I shook his hand in the scene that made America famous And a smile from the heart that made America great We