I've got scars to prove it i've been roaming on Sainte-Catherine street i can show you my enemies they're out there selling shit to kids check this shit
[Music by Dee Harrington and Richard Lynch] [Words by Richard Lynch and John Lynch] Out on the street No where to go Losing my mind Losing my soul A
: I've got scars to prove it i've been roaming on Sainte-Catherine street i can show you my enemies they're out there selling shit to kids check this
Do not listen to a word I say Just listen to what I can, keep silent The only way to gain approval Is by exploitin' the very thing that cheapens me And
throw it away? And if it is a color then it must be sin And you want to apologize but keep it all in Why worship a God when a mother is a saint? Why
keep myself from wandering Next night down in Montreal And when it rains I guess it pours Oh I say, when it rains it Pours and we go down into the Saint street
, God, damn, let me think I only wanna be famous to help me ... (lead) the streets I didn't changed your life I got you ... right You was the street too
I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening It's the king nigga Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on
The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sense Take what you have gathered from coincidence The empty handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on
I been sleeping on the roof of my building It's cooler than the street I been watching the setting sun As it bounces off the avenue turning into gold
?m wondering Why the fallen Babylon is up and alive today And do I really believe in the mark of the beast? 'Cause he's still dwelling up in my streets
liver's big and it hurts to the touch I worry about my health and bowels And the crime waves in the street I'm really just your average guy Trying to stand on
to me The pain was lean and it made him scream He knew he was alive He put a pin through the nipples on his chest He thought he was a saint I've made
and I smash this song Twizzy [Verse 6 - Nicki Minaj] I'm in that cotton pink Bent', Puttin' mass on the guts, White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the
doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on
doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on
