ask me to be polite, tell the truth girl don't fight me
se baby i love the way i came up, through vitality
rose through mud and dirt, to overcome myself the earth
it hurts when i walk the cemetery, see so many caskets infinity
masses, when we die will we be alive in eternitys
because all information gaining in our brains, for a reason
when we live we breathing, feel me come up on you closer
let me lose my head as we rock the bed tonight in mood
of making true love, sexy as we move, it is the hood life
that made our passions so nated, to each and others strife
get in and out like a knife through the flesh, stretched
like we trying so hard to live, farfetched when i act alive
when i die, will you think of me, as i thinking of you today?
human beings, just like me, but soo much unlike me, praise!
the lord, when i am in my graved digged by my friends
watched over by my enemies if i in time comes back again
as a ghost over your house, a host in your nightmares
can you dig it, when you digging with spades in gravler
i wanna sunk in, through flava i used to get drunken in
sins of living what mind are supposed to being with in
as i love to believe there is reasons why we be in this things
why i write this scripts with reasons, and be locked to things
like bars i have around my dreams, locked in to mind prisons
can we get out a little bit, with realness closer death then it
when trigging on the pistols of shootings through buildings
with crazy people threating to kill masses, with no reasons
more then decisions they don't believe in nothing's real in their visions


when thugs cry, i hear motherfuckers screaming
what is it's meaning, when thugs cry, in dreams
catching all bullets of the outlet to my brothers and family arms
no harm when im living, to them in my own blooded heart

we don't share tears, we share blood
you still want to be a thug..