Chorus:
if through the eyes of the needle u cud see
then make up your mind, no matter the fight u will win
because life is too short for you to kill a dream
& it might get too tough as you continuing
besides u may need a little inner-mate
that 'll maybe relate & take away your inner hate
& then in the same vein u start to elevate
& as it comes to you, you begin to meditate
Verse1
if life was hard,it could never be this hard
from the begining it's been filled wit series of mishaps
if i could choose it would never be this path
totally derailing in ma' view of gettin a head-start
from the scratch while we match through this path
& see why 2 out of three people skip ther' breakfast
don't mismatch, it's just the usual impact
of 20 dollars as a mans monthly paypack (Wow!)
I lay back while i read 'em papers
cases needing attention, craving way hard
people lamenting, praying dear God
if the sufferings continue send me down the grave yard
becomes the case of the symetry
where your life becomes your mortal enemy
& soon u think of penitentiary
b'because u want respites & no more fantasies
Chorus
verse 2
Wut could be worse than this?
A man seeing three kids grow & next thing he sees them go
all at once! is priceless,
in debris pieces,
even though all o' ther souls rest in peace
Wut could be worse than a man losing all his gat
In a wife, a mother & a honey pot
Wut could be worse than this?
it's second to none, mass deaths wit no gunshots & no storm
Wut could be worse than man, In all his wealth
kicking the green & making sure the family's well
suddenly he falls down on the ground
A very sad story but foe was no longer around
what could be worse than living your life without a strife
& thinking that people die only whenever they like
Wut could be worse than constant pain
& all of your life, U never knew from where it came
Chorus
verse 3
Wut could be meaner than me, this minute when i rehearse?
I wrote this song for the single reason of being heard
for the repose i'm really bleeding
I know this riddle feeling
if i could go on without the pains i'm really willing
The wounds gradually healing
trying to find bac my rythm
past seems like it's leaving
but scars won't stop revealing
i'm re-instilling the hope
of being able to cope
you hanging up yourself wit a rope?
it's dope!!
it's no humour,thers no mountain we can't climb
it's no news,to know there's nuttin we can't find
wherever we- ever, we'll do it all together
& walk together forever through the stormy weather
for we have reason, from that reason which made us sad
what we believe in, has deeper meaning & makes us glad
& in the end we'll make it stand, no doubt we can
& the rest will depend on how well we understand
Chorus(2ce) |
