| Man, I can’t even picture myself not breathin'
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| But it’s certain
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| I love too much, I love too many to count 'em
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| So extras and pets, it’s easy for me to go on without 'em
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| Cause everything goes away
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| Love it eventually gets stowed away
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| Why does it have to be when you’re breathin' when even
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| And then you’re heated wonderin' why is it cold today
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| Immortal — it’s fake and impossible
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| But every time I look up I’m shakin' an obstacle
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| What’s gonna happen when time is up and I gots to go
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| Beautiful lands are took away from my opticle
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| It’s not that I’m afraid of death
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| But afraid of the thought of my people laid to rest
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| They’re sayin' there’s six million ways of death
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| But not even one way to fade the stress
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| It’s certain that a person
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| Got somebody lookin' workin' to close the curtain
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| Or maybe something out of some dream
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| With a devilish soul for hurtin'
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| Sometime I be wishin' I didn’t love
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| Cause when it’s away I be missin' love
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| Your mother, your father, your children are livin'
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| To die from the crib then a ditch is dug
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| From the process I get nauseous
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| Cause I can’t see my death and its causes
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| Pac he saw it around the corner
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| But me not breathin' is a pound of balogna
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| I keep fightin' and I’m tryin' to get right in my mind, Bryan
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| Cause one day I’m gonna see you
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| Even though I can’t picture the N9ne dyin', I’m flyin'
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| Far far away from here
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| (And nothing I can do about it)
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| Everything I love go away from here
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| (I'm wishing I could do without it)
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| (I think you’re gonna go)
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| Far far away from here
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| (And nothing I can do about it)
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| Everything I love go away from here
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| (I'm wishing I could do without it)
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| (I think you’re gonna go)
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| See, I tried to call for you father, but nobody answered
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| And I tried to scream out loud, but nobody pampered
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| But you’re leaving tomorrow and I’m just a youngster
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| And even in sorrow nobody wants to (Die)
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| Now I gotta try to get away
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| From the pain I’m never escapin' though
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| Maybe I did too much to you, you, you by forsakin' ya
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| And now I see a reflection of you off in my son
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| Cause he’s the same complexion of you, color of the sun
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| And now I’m done baby makin', hatin' it to even see my baby sleep
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| Cause he gotta die one day or bury daddy deep
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| And I’m stayin' too far away from him
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| Spend too many days from him
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| Tears steadily fallin' I’m creatin' 'em
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| And it’s gettin' colder, you getting older year by year
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| Never know when you gotta go far away from here
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| Listen here
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| Far far away from here
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| (And nothing I can do about it)
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| Everything I love go away from here
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| (I'm wishing I could do without it)
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| (I think you’re gonna go)
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| Far far away from here
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| (And nothing I can do about it)
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| Everything I love go away from here
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| (I'm wishing I could do without it)
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| (I think you’re gonna go)
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| Far far away from here
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| Everything I love go away from here |