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And every since then lil mama had my back
We been locked in, cradle to the grave on some, real shit (Mane)
She even toted my blick and I can't cut her off

by myself
Against a million and one
With no love shown
Cecause there is none
DTA from the cradle to the grave
The world is depraved
Love has no place

I saw an omen dragged the sky,
A conjuration,
Being transmuted by fire.
I saw an omen dragging earth,
From the cradle to the grave
Pushed to cling

toil, for an unseen goal
Feeding the machine, never knowing your role
From cradle to grave, it's all a design
Keeping you asleep, while they rob you blind

but not Sodo
I’m of those who battled oppression since the start of this
Who seen life treated like a snow globe held in the darkest sense
By one with

Beyond the fringe of this reality and existence
Writhing in deprivation, in exile
Crying in unison

Behold
My cradle, my resting place, my grave
This flesh

it to you
Mistakes equal
What I became
Failings frowned upon
Snakes ravens and stars
Totem my arm
With the scars
Cradle to the grave
Led dayroom

it to you
Mistakes equal
What I became
Failings frowned upon
Snakes ravens and stars
Totem my arm
With the scars
Cradle to the grave
Led dayroom

they back well i got sum for em
Shordy form, steph he got that mac, right by ya crib
While you walking out, pop one at cha back but that aint it
Telling

On beds made of cotton
Stolen foundations
Are withered and rotten
While we wait to be devoured
By the horsemen
Delivered to the grave
In the cradle we were

while I wade in the wake of the wave
On the weight of the wind
Cradle to the grave, prenatal to the fate
I came a long way just to cave in, fin

a slave
So I had to jet from that x cradle to the grave
Man you outta line
God on the line
Telling me it's time
Staring at the vine
Man I wanna
Man I wanna

the dust to rust
Cradle to the grave and early dawn through dusk
Walked through the fire went through rain still the loyalty remained man
Look how far we

the mess you've made
Pull back the reigns, death creeps behind you
csked to be saved just a minute too late
Rumble, and stumble, from cradle to grave

of the snooker hall
With the poor souls sleeping on shop front floors
I take my seat
And my father's dream
From the cradle to the grave
It will never change
Down

Filtering fact from fiction, be brave, clench fists
Hand of death from cradle to the grave
But before quitting time, let me take it away

Headbanger like Greg

theorems
Through reptilian reasoning engraved
We condemned our cradle to an early grave

As the air itself becomes unbreathable
And the water stenches of rot

state of grace
And pray for the night to come

From the cradle to the grave
A breeding war machine
Hands tied as they drift before my eyes
And suffocate

Snipping and snapping biting at strangers
You're endangered
Lost species of having it made
From cradle to grave
They created your story and sticking to it

rejected
Now this is the time to open the graves
Release our undead and beheaded children
You are the lambs and I am the priest
Commanding only by the force

From the Cradle to the Grave 
Escape the maze if you can 
Got me feeling like a slave 
Trade my time in for ends 
Hope they meet 
My story ain't

And every since then lil mama had my back
We been locked in, cradle to the grave on some, real shit (Mane)
She even toted my blick and I can't cut her off

Tha Streets

Bizzy Bone

Alpha and Omega

2004

afraid/ My cradle had a gauge close by when my Father was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death/ And ever since, I've been convinced

to the day that I die
And when I die I'ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes
From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways
With the Boss Slim stays,