death?s door. what is this window self? i can?t believe what?s been told is all that?s mean to be. am i losing... focus
at death?s door. what is this window self? i can?t believe what?s been told is all that?s mean to be. am i losing... focus
Yeah Bad boy collabo J.R lets get it Look, its Keshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole black Air one's, all black soul im 'bout to take control like Janet
insane She come with drama while I'm giving her chains (Wait a minute) I'm focused but I'm losing control He only wants me for my body and soul (Wait
a serial code in every city with a serial ? when I rap, peer in my soul I'm in the light like a deer in the road clear in control, my spirit is old I
I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker A lost soul, outta control, in danger Didn't have a care in the world, my feelings were numb Never showin' emotion
Real Quick, Uh. You know what they say, The window to the soul is in the eyes, So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blind, Yeah who can hold us? Super focused
your fate Man's technology caused this bloody war to wage Computers try to take control Laser blasts fill the smoky skies with rage Mechanical beings fight with soul
:] We're losing our souls, temptation takes hold Why do we live, life this way We must take control, of our mind and our souls Before the death, over
indestructable unpredictable Symbolic sorcerers collaborate with one trick to pull The trick is to focus Make millions from swollen billions Seek the weak and destroy Soldiers controlling
all, we live in that vision Hundred dollar bill Origami Balloon inflation, new world economy We float on tsunami to global warming We need structures to control
close look at the lies we're told Wipe away the facade, see we got to know See the plot to control and to rot the soul You can make anybody that don't
on your ass Like an avalanche, a soul survivor, learned to get high And pull drive bys, murder my foes, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my
soul are headed other places And they ain't worried about payin' them dues down here (Because they motherfuckin' future is crystal clear) The focus switches
I thought I had my life under control I was the one in charge of my heart and soul Now I must focus in I'm losin more sleep than I should I want you
The stress of everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab
