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[Pusha-T:] With every line written, And all I have given Music's been nothing more than a self made prison I've taken inmate losses at the hands of this one My pen's been the poison to family and friendships Now is time to mend shit, Time to bring closure to The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due Thinking to myself, what could I be owing you? They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you Before I trouble T-Roy, It's just a D-Boy Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is All apologies, I bear the cross I wear the blame We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain Not to confuse, Our sentiment are all the same I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain Same thing brought tears to innocence I turned away And didn't even flinch, Yuuch The music drove me crazy Letras de cancionesLooked up and lost the first bitch I ever wanted to have my babies Nowadays She can't even face me I'm sorry for the heartbreak I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby Pompus muthafucka! Just look what them jewels made me I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me What a thing to say! But what am I to do? I'm role playing a conscious nigga And true is true Cocaine aside All of the bloggers behoove My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to I owe you all [Malice:] This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line I touch the hem Gods work is so divine I see the error of my ways over time Never to return, Malicous has been refined Like wine with time, I get better Napa Valley Vintage my flow is fermented Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow Never mind my car, careful what you wish for Behind that red curtain the devil and his pitch fork Jealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for? " How was I to know I was happy being piss poor No whore, that's not love, we was fucking I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking And I was lusting We were both out of order I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans Be careful of what you speak of, I've come to understand Bitch From Letras Mania