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I don't have it all figured out
I've been taking it day by day
I tell myself get out the way
I'm gonna let You handle it
Somehow You been working it

I'm in this to win it
This life is catching up to me by the minute, Look
I'm not gon be the reason I end up back here
Working the slums of the Six

her heart
To heal up without me by her side
She's been hurt
Tossed as dirt
I'm tryna hug her trials
But honestly that only cuts you shine
Yelling over

pushing a dream that I'm pursuing

Never have you ever tried believing in me
I've been feeding you my story, still ain't listening to me
Don't you get what

Lot of wasted time but I know that you still working
Baby you a ten how the fuck you look so perfect?
Swerving in the Benz for all the times we was

Still he is hoping that a day will come by where he's loving the moment
He wants the best life and it's why he's devoted

And nobody knows it
But he's

Analyze the plug and the things
He could do for me, ghost

Let's go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke
(You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever

'cause I can't stop working
See you hating but it ain't on purpose
They ain't love me now they hit me 'cause they hurting, tuh
Lately I can't give a fuck

on them but they ain't know all that
Hold up man

So gimme some names
Or put some respect on my name
When I'm working on pain
All of them working for me
I'm

I'm Back

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

degenerate's head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victim

working everyday, i'm fucking schemin' (Fucking schemin')
I don't do this part-time, i fucking mean it (I fucking mean it)
God gave me a plan, i can already

hurting
Cause you was waiting on a baby it ain't working
Had to leave her lone, I brought to a orphanage
Don't think I'm with the shits, nigga caught me

Motherfuckers try to grab me by the pussy
Turn around and tell 'em
You can kiss my tush-ey
Turn around and tell 'em you
Can keep on wishin'
Turn

tres, quatro

I seen this kid walking down the street

I was like wait

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored

This the calm before the storm
Still up working, see it dawn
Knew this shit here all along
Hope I end up doing no wrong
This the calm before

a short time, he coming with everything he got
The angels in chains, the geese of Egypt still beneath their rock

Keep it cocked, when in the top, stay

He's a washed up little child in the cold rain
He can't even try to pay me for my gold chain

I put in less work, make more dough
And I still put in

He's still working on me
To make me what I ought to be
Don't you worry 'bout them scars
They're my stars in my lonely sky
I ain't got no worry

was like nine, mental was on a decline
Still told him my mom I was fine
By seventeen, I hated being alive
Couple of times that I tried
Two times ten,

Joe Bean [Previously Unreleased Track; Bonus Track]

Johnny Cash

At Folsom Prison

1968

twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he never

it equal 
Im still running around 
Tryna get it equal
Around 15 maybe 16 
Couple oz's in my ripped jeans
By my ballsack po search me 
They aint find

around
I said Lord, if it's you, call me out
Every step I take is by His grace
I'm tryna fix my gaze
He won't let me drown
I live on daily bread
Cause

Wait a minute what is this feeling I am having in me?
So complicated, I cannot explain it yet still it's bugging me!
Assuming it's hopelessness,

they say that I'm only top five 'cause I'm white why would I be stunned
My skin color's still working against me (what?) 'cause second I should be