the ground There was a tide turning Somewhere deep inside us When all these years together seem lost behind my tears Oh there were good times But in between the dog days
the ground There was a tide turning, somewhere deep inside us When all these years together seem lost behind my tears Oh, there were good times but in between the dog days
if you love it let it go and let it leave and if it's so It come back running then you embrace Don't be like any other woman and turn your face Just
without years In a world gone crazy, torn between the roads That we must choose, win or lose If every soul should lose its way, if every face should
on I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced
paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill one fellow dies in his click then it's all hell Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones now, between
, it's just all the same (It's all the same) I'm seein' more clearly now How subtle the difference between us might be Mr. Fat Face got that big weight
the gang Road youths on the streets is where I came I'll make you collapse, leave gaps in your face You're in your neighborhood thinkin' that you're
for the deceased Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days
marijuana I'm like a character on the Sopranos or the Wire You'se a big pussy, lil' man, it's over, retire 'Cause the clock's tickin', your days is
Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths Names and photos of the young black faces Whose
I was driving through my hometown I was just kinda killin' time When I seen a face staring out of a black velvet painting From the window of the five
been shot in the back Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that's a fact Right between the eyes baby, point blank right between the
I pleaded my case, aah Face to face, aah It was a waste And everyone was in place yo He announced me guilty you have Three hundred sixty four days
tapes And this went on before all of them pay dates We was backflippin and windmillin to save face I hope before you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!) These days
I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane I'm on pretrial now and I can't smoke no weed 'Cause if I catch a dirty, I'm facing T I M E My first
twisted) Walked a lot of miles in these old school J's (J's) Thought of many ways, lookin at back in the days (days) Like how to climb from in between
[Chorus - Dice Raw] Days are living fast, moves in misery You got a song you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing