Passenger
Up against a machine too strong
Greedy politictions buying souls from us are PUPPETS
You'll find your place in line
Now, tie a string around your finger now, boy
'Cause is just a matter of time
'Cause you got No chance, no chance in hell
You got no chance, no chance in hell
You got no chance, no chance in hell
You got no chance, no chance in hell, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, come and get it, come on
C'mon, c'mon, come and get it, come on
C'mon, c'mon, come and get it, come on
C'mon, c'mon, come and get it, come o
Life Story
the world aint no diffrent now
the world aint no diffrent now...
never had a dime
my life a crime
had be when i was nine
mom drunk off of wine
ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper
till a point she paid no mind to the supper
stay mad but stay fronting with smiles
stayed on the groung once and a while
first day of school
never had nutin to style
mister colondre stressin i aint comin in a while
it was a bummber
rocking the shit i rocked all summer
on the first day i was feeling some kind of way
and she wasnt trying to do nutin
you would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or
something
now i kno then was even harder
especially for a single mother
raising me with no father
shit living up in this tentament
eating stale m and m's
talking wild shit to spanish imigrants
i speak in codes
man to sivrence
always quiet then ben dichon to my madre
even thought she did nutin for me
acknowledge me as i run down my life story
you dont kno how crazy it is outside
i die inside
oh ive cried oh ive cried
do you forgive me?? do you forgive me??
check the skit
no body never gave me shit
if anything a nigga frame me and make me get
3 to 6 my first bid
no doubt up in sparfard
had to be 12 son had to make a profit
remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt
eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk
in school i smacked cats in a hurry
moms didnt care she was getting drunk wit misses berray
on the first floor
i used to thrist for greenary
picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street
yo fuck home
im tired of geting punched in my dome
tired of this faggot ass nigga moan
thats when i started roaming
my hustling game is deep
cats ya heard
ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg
Notorious tell ya friends spread the word
glorious my life story is obsurd
chorus repeat 2x
home from elmira
got a little writer
im gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver
recognize the struggle live it like a thug do
hatred in my heart but inside i love you
see no matter what i will extend my arms to hug you
knowing i am just like you, i am like the double
all i wanna kno is how u pound me down
yo this shit is real and u realy jerked me around
but any way i am geting paid wit puff now
i can cop u a house i can send you some stuff now
so many levels jail take you
i appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you
ive been through fire and birth stone
used to be ???? not i cop the gem stone
i remembered when you rushed me
the time you said you should of flushed me
i forgive you ma trust me
chorus repeat till end