It's Too Late

(álbum: The Devil Never Dies - 2010)

Yeah I love you, bitch
You like me too?

I'm like a burned out light bulb, a bad idea, nightmare
It's a fucking black-hearted spirit that's born from some white parents
If I don't like you, it's apparent
Apparently I fucking stare at you dead in the face, you try and stare at me
You motherfuckers aspire to be people I don't care to be
I got the balls to be someone you couldn't dare to be
The world is scared of me, my guns are humungous
I tongue-kiss a young bitch, all of my girls are fantasies
My balls and my word were all I had on the curb
I envisioned the impossible dream until I had it occur
Before OJ killed Nicole and was battering her
I was selling forty bags of coke, holding a gat on the curb
Now I got you shook and shaking, fucking mad at my words
Look at you, chump, mistaking adjectives and verbs
Then turn them into slurs, this is the best you get outta me
Chris, Farley, and Bellucci probably would've been proud of me (Wouldn't they have?)

The sound we hear, it is our hearts, they are in time
They're marching clear and swift, the beat forever in our minds
It gives us hope, it gives us strength, you know, to carry on
Keep fighting 'til the end and past the end you will be strong

They tell me "Am's, you gon' get shot, you gon' get dropped
Get popped or locked up, knocked if you don't stop"
I say fuck 'em all, I refuse to be scared, I tuck my balls
I touch the walls with my back fighting 'til I crumble
Balled into a fetal position, a chief on a mission
See opposition until I'm beefing in prison
Serving my time, awaking with the murder in mind
Perverted with crimes, hollow tips inserted in .9s
Save your face, doing dirt, making a great escape
I will struggle 'til they over me singing Amazing Grace
This for snakes who hate, I kill the baker, take the cake
And break your face, when it comes to beef I will scrape the plate
I'm outnumbered, outgunned, here the clouds come
Overcast the skies, I'm spent and 'bout done
But I fight until my last breath that's left
When it comes to fighting, my strength can denounce death

The sound we hear, it is our hearts, they are in time
They're marching clear and swift, the beat forever in our minds
It gives us hope, it gives us strength, you know, to carry on
Keep fighting 'til the end and past the end you will be strong

Strong and wise and you are love
And when the tide it comes, you will float above-bove
And you will be one day exactly what you are
Just keep your head held high, kiss your fist, and touch the sky