Texty:
Day In The Life A The Death Of A Dream

met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know

NO Can can can you imagine a time when the truth ran free The birth of a song and the death of a dream (The birth of a sun the death of a dream

through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing

for you is to rap So I'mma fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'mma do it to death And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate your life Elevate to

owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started

day living out a lie Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness Life lies a

sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend

I'm not quite the saint that you claim to be Did Dr. Martin Luther have a dream? Was Haile Selassie a king? And is it okay to sometimes feel a little

nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light It's the hood life, don't fight A