I thought I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin
Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin...
If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
I ain't on a paper chase, can you relate?!
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate..
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Composed by
That Nigga Named M.O.N.
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16.11.03
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