wonder where the girl who slept beside me has gone. When the faces in the photos stare with glass eyed mystique Tick, tick, tick, tock I watch the clock for tenderness
falling Slaughterhouse, yo I'm the product of when a nigga mama gives up Crying, laying in the trash with the lid shut Ain't got no family, my mind is tender
brother got murdered up North by Milletas Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin' his world close in Blood damn
positionary Heavenly Christ Jesus, son of the father Shed blood for my people, respect it and you can call me Definitely, if not him? Pssh, better be A little somethin for
the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere Some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop Freestylin for
'em most, iller for the filler But this ya mic, stop foggin' up my glasses Guns for fun, but son I hit you like a jealous Bang leather hanger so get the penis Sorry for
and perverse contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister
5'9":] I'm the product of when a nigga's mama gives up Crying lying in the trash with the lid shut Ain't got no family my mind is tender my Daddy's invisible
most, iller for the filler But this ya mic, STOP foggin' up my glasses Guns for fun, but son I hit you like a jealous BANG! Leather hanger, so get the penis Sorry for
Right Voice (Reed, Yule) contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and
in the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop Freestylin for
young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside? His brother got murdered up North by nietas My ma, battlin, cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in Blood
simple words of balance losing tolerance... don't stutter a word a kiss... a touch... a knife... my blood progression... regression... pressed for your time
a liar, a cheater, thief, beggar and a whore oh Baby I'm all of what you say and so much more Ah yeah Why do you Why do you come back to me time after time after time after time
mind distorted emotions, is there an upside? His brother got murdered up North by nietas My ma, battlin, cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in Blood
