The only life I know is to guide my soul I take one day, step at a time to find mine As we go through the blinding road Inclining to find me some more
The only life I know is to guide my soul I take one day, step at a time to find mine As we go through the blinding road Inclining to find me some more
For all the runners and money makers For all the real ones and all the fakers For all the stick up kids and life takers Laugh now, cry later
[Verse 1: B-Real]
I laugh at you when you expect to see a weakness You trifling bitches I’m speechless, you’re fucking leeches Sponges soaking up my energy Pretend to be a friend of me But you stab me in the back cold and vengefully While all I did was pick you up and put you on With the big dogs to lift you up But you fucking spit in my face and spit venomous words Use weapons you heard would damage my whole world But you must have mistaken me for someone else Cause I do to your ass what you do to yourself Look into the mirror, nigga, what’s your reflection? Are you upset? Full of regret? What’s your intention? You’re a lost one and now you can’t win one Where you been and you taking it all in son I see the tears in the eyes of a hater You can cry now but you will not smile later
[Chorus]
The only life I know is to guide my soul I take one day step at a time to find mine As we go through the blinding road Inclining to find me some more
The only life I know is to guide my soul I take one day step at a time to find mine As we go through the blinding road Inclining to find me some more
For all the runners and money makers For all the real ones and all the fakers For all the stick up kids and life takers Laugh now, cry later
For all the lovers and all the haters For all the fake-ass perpetrators For all the pimps that rock their gators Laugh now, cry later
[Verse 2: Everlast]
They selling teen dreams on the TV screen They got a fund for the gun and a ghost in the machine They police the crack fiend but protect the dealer Underpay the teacher, overpay the healer Rob you with the lawyer, fuck you with the handgun Throw you in a line up then arrest the wrong one Try you by jury, throw you in prison Ain’t nothing to it, it’s just the way they do it Unless you got some money cause money makes mends And sometimes peoples get murdered for friends And sometimes one-times lose the evidence It all depends on how much you spend It’s the land of the free and the home of the gun Where they kill for the dollar and they worship the sun Dear God I really hope that I ain’t the only one Laugh now, cry later when it’s said and done