Lyrics
I wish sometimes,my mind can rewind photographs,
before i become famous,and start signin autographs..
But it's a one chance,and it's in both of your hands,
Now is it gon go left,or is it gon go right,
Its your choice,your voice,so use it,in this rap music,
Sometimes it feels like breakin walls,drop the building full of bricks,takin hand full of pills,and thats it,ya life has changed,
you dont relize that,cause ya mind,is a state of pain,and its takin weakness,until there is non,and you're dead,no more are you,prayin for bread,you're a angel in heaven,aint no gangsta,u fuck,still playin wit sevens,and flat chests,and fake breasts,you ugly homos,leavin ya face less..
See life is just,the same old thing,it can become hott,and it cold it bring,u can fall in ring,like pimp's fingers..but die like pulled triggers...
So dont claim you're a gangster,cause you can not put real in it,and say you feelin it,
Cause those who brag,are fakes,wrapped in doo rags,and those who dont speak,of being gangster,are standing on a street's leg,
And they aint proud,sometimes they wish they can get out,
See,i'm yugoslavian,and i aint sayin im biggie or pac,like fifty clamin he hott,when only teenage girls,actually listen to him,and white boys wishin they we're him..
That's the biggest lame ever,and they aint care,cause they in this game forever,until the money stops cashing in..then good bye hip hop,they going rock,cause white boys can afford his cd,since they aint broke,never had a slit throat,never been behind the bars,just sittin home watchin venus and mars..
So life aint showin love,let's visit death,and talk wit the god,
