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| Song | Share This |
| Artist | Soul Position |
| Album | 8,000,000 Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blueprint, RJD Two | |
| Study this as you study your first born | |
| My first song was pain personified in song | |
| The longest sequence is looped for days long | |
| Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are | |
| Known to drop a lot quicker than a child's tears | |
| And drown out the drama that | |
| I didn't want to share | |
| The load I wouldn't wish upon my enemies to bear | |
| The times | |
| I used to tell myself you didn't want to hear | |
| Until the reason in my rhyme become clear | |
| Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter | |
| The story of my life epitomizes imperfection | |
| As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction | |
| And I stand center stage stunned by what's happening | |
| Blinded by the lights, heroin's action | |
| Although I never asked for this lead role | |
| It seems that | |
| God decided it a long time ago | |
| I was chosen for this | |
| Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd's cheers | |
| I break bread over beats with like-minded peers | |
| And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere | |
| On the ninth cloud, | |
| I-sanity(?) in style | |
| Arms outstretched and | |
| Hell in God's breath | |
| I saw the stairway to heaven | |
| And counted one-hundred and forty-four thousand steps | |
| I wanted to climb but it wasn't my turn yet | |
| So I returned to earth just before the sun set | |
| And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share | |
| Now I share this with you | |
| I'll share this with you | |
| With all of you | |
| I'll share this with you | |
| I'll share this with | |
| Each and every | |
| One of you | |
| Now in my younger days that quickly passed | |
| I fell asleep in history class | |
| Not enchanted my past misery | |
| I'd rather chase down the present with a glass of heinousy | |
| And tilted my flower-like childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded | |
| Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users | |
| My blood stream's still a little murky from flash-backs of murder scenes | |
| Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears | |
| Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear | |
| But as bad as it appears, | |
| I am happy that | |
| I'm here To share this with you | |
| To share this with you | |
| To share this with | |
| All of you | |
| To share this with you | |
| Share this with you | |
| Share this with | |
| Each and every one of you | |
| Heh, and share | |
| I will I'll share the nights where fist fights left somebody's body lying still | |
| The ice grills, the cold of wire(?) night's chill | |
| I'll even share the blood spill | |
| The memory of all my loved ones killed | |
| The unpaid bills | |
| The pain of a terminally ill | |
| My ill will towards my rivals | |
| My approach towards hip-hop survival | |
| The circumstance that made some suicidal | |
| The same circumstance that made others homicidal | |
| The signs of the vital | |
| The ways of the trial | |
| The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial | |
| The short life cycles | |
| The minds that lie idle | |
| My people that got out of court on a missed trial | |
| My hunger to become more grounded in the | |
| Bible Is smiled on behalf of my last day's arrival |
| zuo qu : Blueprint, RJD Two | |
| Study this as you study your first born | |
| My first song was pain personified in song | |
| The longest sequence is looped for days long | |
| Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are | |
| Known to drop a lot quicker than a child' s tears | |
| And drown out the drama that | |
| I didn' t want to share | |
| The load I wouldn' t wish upon my enemies to bear | |
| The times | |
| I used to tell myself you didn' t want to hear | |
| Until the reason in my rhyme become clear | |
| Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter | |
| The story of my life epitomizes imperfection | |
| As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction | |
| And I stand center stage stunned by what' s happening | |
| Blinded by the lights, heroin' s action | |
| Although I never asked for this lead role | |
| It seems that | |
| God decided it a long time ago | |
| I was chosen for this | |
| Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd' s cheers | |
| I break bread over beats with likeminded peers | |
| And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere | |
| On the ninth cloud, | |
| Isanity? in style | |
| Arms outstretched and | |
| Hell in God' s breath | |
| I saw the stairway to heaven | |
| And counted onehundred and fortyfour thousand steps | |
| I wanted to climb but it wasn' t my turn yet | |
| So I returned to earth just before the sun set | |
| And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share | |
| Now I share this with you | |
| I' ll share this with you | |
| With all of you | |
| I' ll share this with you | |
| I' ll share this with | |
| Each and every | |
| One of you | |
| Now in my younger days that quickly passed | |
| I fell asleep in history class | |
| Not enchanted my past misery | |
| I' d rather chase down the present with a glass of heinousy | |
| And tilted my flowerlike childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded | |
| Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users | |
| My blood stream' s still a little murky from flashbacks of murder scenes | |
| Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears | |
| Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear | |
| But as bad as it appears, | |
| I am happy that | |
| I' m here To share this with you | |
| To share this with you | |
| To share this with | |
| All of you | |
| To share this with you | |
| Share this with you | |
| Share this with | |
| Each and every one of you | |
| Heh, and share | |
| I will I' ll share the nights where fist fights left somebody' s body lying still | |
| The ice grills, the cold of wire? night' s chill | |
| I' ll even share the blood spill | |
| The memory of all my loved ones killed | |
| The unpaid bills | |
| The pain of a terminally ill | |
| My ill will towards my rivals | |
| My approach towards hiphop survival | |
| The circumstance that made some suicidal | |
| The same circumstance that made others homicidal | |
| The signs of the vital | |
| The ways of the trial | |
| The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial | |
| The short life cycles | |
| The minds that lie idle | |
| My people that got out of court on a missed trial | |
| My hunger to become more grounded in the | |
| Bible Is smiled on behalf of my last day' s arrival |
| zuò qǔ : Blueprint, RJD Two | |
| Study this as you study your first born | |
| My first song was pain personified in song | |
| The longest sequence is looped for days long | |
| Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are | |
| Known to drop a lot quicker than a child' s tears | |
| And drown out the drama that | |
| I didn' t want to share | |
| The load I wouldn' t wish upon my enemies to bear | |
| The times | |
| I used to tell myself you didn' t want to hear | |
| Until the reason in my rhyme become clear | |
| Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter | |
| The story of my life epitomizes imperfection | |
| As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction | |
| And I stand center stage stunned by what' s happening | |
| Blinded by the lights, heroin' s action | |
| Although I never asked for this lead role | |
| It seems that | |
| God decided it a long time ago | |
| I was chosen for this | |
| Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd' s cheers | |
| I break bread over beats with likeminded peers | |
| And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere | |
| On the ninth cloud, | |
| Isanity? in style | |
| Arms outstretched and | |
| Hell in God' s breath | |
| I saw the stairway to heaven | |
| And counted onehundred and fortyfour thousand steps | |
| I wanted to climb but it wasn' t my turn yet | |
| So I returned to earth just before the sun set | |
| And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share | |
| Now I share this with you | |
| I' ll share this with you | |
| With all of you | |
| I' ll share this with you | |
| I' ll share this with | |
| Each and every | |
| One of you | |
| Now in my younger days that quickly passed | |
| I fell asleep in history class | |
| Not enchanted my past misery | |
| I' d rather chase down the present with a glass of heinousy | |
| And tilted my flowerlike childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded | |
| Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users | |
| My blood stream' s still a little murky from flashbacks of murder scenes | |
| Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears | |
| Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear | |
| But as bad as it appears, | |
| I am happy that | |
| I' m here To share this with you | |
| To share this with you | |
| To share this with | |
| All of you | |
| To share this with you | |
| Share this with you | |
| Share this with | |
| Each and every one of you | |
| Heh, and share | |
| I will I' ll share the nights where fist fights left somebody' s body lying still | |
| The ice grills, the cold of wire? night' s chill | |
| I' ll even share the blood spill | |
| The memory of all my loved ones killed | |
| The unpaid bills | |
| The pain of a terminally ill | |
| My ill will towards my rivals | |
| My approach towards hiphop survival | |
| The circumstance that made some suicidal | |
| The same circumstance that made others homicidal | |
| The signs of the vital | |
| The ways of the trial | |
| The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial | |
| The short life cycles | |
| The minds that lie idle | |
| My people that got out of court on a missed trial | |
| My hunger to become more grounded in the | |
| Bible Is smiled on behalf of my last day' s arrival |
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