I can't make you bleed if I'm alone You put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go I hope that you see right through
any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is makin more of a profit on Super Sized I spit the truth inside niggaz
I see ya shakin boy, do ya find it hard to believe That the one you been living for would cut your wrists To watch you bleed Found out the truth is
want to be your best friend East side love is living on the west end Knocked out but boy you better come to Don't die you know the truth as some do
Midnight workings, weather down the storyline I try to find the truth between all the lies When bleeding is feeling and feeling ain't real Will I see
beings, zero feelings Blame it on Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny) Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy) Fear of god The fear of change The fear of truth
together And I might lose this year I can't get through December And you know all my fears Someplace, somewhere behind me I walked right through the truth Truth
don't even know about that redemption 'Cause I still hear someone whispering Trying to tell me something bout you Don't know how to tell him I'm through
So many words, so little truth, hate pumps through my scarred veins just barely healed. Torn apart...again. Our bleeding hearts and desicated veins solicit
We benefit from niggaz in tenements, dyin for benjamins So bad that they know they own coffin measurements Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth,
we come through when you Yeah, shock body like What you gonna do when we come through, Kweli Uh, yeah, BK MC, like what you gonna do When we come through
store Next door apartment to me, is only coke wars Caught four before Allah, we broke all the laws I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, when ever
shot When you thinkin of da best, nigga, think of the Lox I'll cut ya fuckin' hand off if ya pinky ring's hot Then come through ya block in a sticky
and I been flowin' a while Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga Was shoot shit I'm tellin' the truth If I lie, may I die in
bodies on they gun Lick a shot for my niggas 'cause I know they'll do the same For my niggas that run through the flames and walk through the rain Lick
in it) As if it makes you scratch and bleed, twitch and shit (Homey, I ain't fucking with it) I dont have to prove to you what I been through Just letting
you left my soul to bleed And the pain that's in your truth's deceiving me has got me scared Oh why, oh why? Oh why, oh why? Through your eyes the
don't bleed y'all We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin' dome like a league brawl Come and roll with us Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I