Texty:
Odds Heard You Wrong

afternoon Maybe you're okay bet you'll be home soon It was the break of dawn I thought I heard you wrong Now you've been gone so long I hope I heard you wrong

Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past Come inside, maybe you'll hear him say You must fight just to keep them

and breathin. Hear the tone in my speaking And it's home where he's preaching. Both of my parents gone for a reason Daddy's wrong just for leavin' Mother

you crazies They call me crazy cause I made it Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't f-cking wit' Budden, you ain't got

(Keyshia Cole) I will always love you I need you to know that Im gonna hold you down till it kills me Im here for you I hate to say I told you That

heard Now I'm young and I'm black that puts odds against me I often carry the nine 'cause I got to defend me Gun shot to yo head now you dead uh huh

what was that you said when you had a tear Rolling down your cheek the other night I couldn't catch it all there's something going wrong I hope you got

staying rich the upsetter Organize you working poor What are you what are you waiting for? Let's take a chance and tear it down What are you waiting

space You musta thought you was canibus trying to eat my ass How does the hole taste timmy? You don't even deserve this moment--do you? You haven't