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I'm broken
But pain makes for good music
So I be writing hella songs
I know I've done hella wrongs
Give me a moment
I'll make an album
Let me write it

I'm broken
But pain makes for good music
So I be writing hella songs
I know I've done hella wrongs
Give me a moment
I'll make an album
Let me write it

I'm broken
But pain makes for good music
So I be writing hella songs
I know I've done hella wrongs
Give me a moment
I'll make an album
Let me write it

I'm just a young boy with a broken heart
But I've got dreams, so I work hard
Read the back of a dollar, I don't trust no stars
In God I Trust, that's

there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my

flow hypnotic, I got you begging for more
I spit from the heart, though I might never blow
But I do it anyway cause it's therapeutic
I got my people

Oh, this poor little
Christmas single
Will never find an album to get in
Will never be where he belongs
Never get hugged by other songs
And share

Erfan-Her Leave
Album : H
His eyes were all on her 
He wished if it occurred
She broke his heart in sure 
He couldn’t breathe no more 
 
Have you

gettin' my heart broken as usual
My friends still saying that a nigga delusional
Girl you beautiful
This grindin' for your heart got me tired
It's just my

of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting

Afraid of Me

Twiztid

The Green Book

2003

real homies
I got problems and they stack like bills
And I relate to the broken, bleeding heart love killed
And I awaited in the shadows, awake in

killed you
I may seem like the devil to you or some type of unholy being
But deep down within your heart you know
You know who really is the villain

[Hook]

I'm still smoking, my problems keep coming and leave me broken
My honesty leave me in the open
Like our Dad says we ain't done yet
Gazing

here
I keep holding it, focused, I can't show that I'm broken
Sometimes when I feel sad I just hold it and grow it
It feels good because I feel something

if I can't control it, it's not my fault I been broken
I'm just used to everyone foldin', my brain and heart's all swollen
And I already know if, I

Forgotten Memories

You remember your first kiss, that first broken heart
Where you were when the twin towers came tumbling apart
You bury the worst

Cause I could taste blood in my mouth, I wanted to kill some motherfuckers
Got broken up by the bouncers, got banned from that joint

My girl was mad

Gotta Question for Ya

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

[Chorus: PSC]
What would you do if we put it all together
In the form of living legends
On an album all together?
Would you buy it? Would you try

the dark
With me myself and my broken heart
He always been my nigga until death tore us apart
He really my day one he been by my side from the start
And I

and broken, mistreated and concussed
Multiple stab wounds to the back by people we thought that we could trust
Like the time I ripped of AJJ unintentionally
In

This is so off
Not many people understand
Oh well
Guess I'll just make another album
Self worth or self worthlessness
I don't feel like I'm deserving

I'm warring, so my wife
Will never have to know Tina
My Sisters were never edified
I was left heated fired the cold in my heart
So my son won't know

than new shoes
Women coming by the flock I'm trying to buy me a coupe
Two seater no need for no one else
But me and you
They come around cause I'm

Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't