Texty:
The Letter Black Hanging On By A Thread

on giving me the reason to keep believing Finally I'm worth it, though I'm not perfect It still feels right, and I keep on giving Trying to make a difference

hanging on by a thread Can you see who I am Underneath my scars? I'm afraid to fall So I'm holding onto you No, I won't let go I'm hanging on by a thread

E wSaw a man on the street, Would you, Notice if he was gone the next day? Another girl passes by, Barely fifteen, with a baby on the way. In the paper

There'll come a day When I won't feel like this I'll find my way There'll come a day There'll come a day There'll come a day I won't lose faith I'

Verse 1 I see the tear stains on your eyes I know your hiding away from life You can't break away It's holding you so tight I see the pain you've held

don't know where we went wrong I don't know where we belong Tell me why we are so lost? Will we decide which side we're on? And now it's on, we're fighting

a capsule to battle you With a suffix-less that's absents of reasoning Ashes burn place in a urn and there sore a Red Snapper for seasoning I lead a

the war zone Black strong, puttin red dots on Uncle Sam Continuin to be a bad man (bad man) and grams for Fiend [KLC] I said my mama was a rolling stone