I was born in 91 felt like a lonely son
Lookin all around wonderin where the hell I could run
Found myself with the people burstin rounds from guns
Doin what they can tryna manage all they funds
Yea I'm talkin people with them AR's and Gats
Is this who I am Is this really where I'm at
My life's on the line am I coming up flat
Don't deal with rats when you roll with them cats
Listen to my story I'm preachin with the flow now
Surrounded by the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, how
Sum of my experiences reapin what I'm so proud
Of doin what I can try reachin for my goals Wow
Problems in my rear-view always seem so near
Closer to my death than it really would appear
Failure the embodiment of everything I fear
Heard the sirens call PAY ATTENTION CAN YOU HEAR
Everything I was yea, I thought I was finished
Everything I did yea, I thought I diminished
Anything I was man I was called a menace
So now I'm drifting, switching gears so you all can witness
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
Couldn't see the light guess you call it tunnel vision
My kaleidoscope eyes brought an ever changing image
When I kill the competition with my written composition
Pay attention right before I catch you motherf*ckers slippin
Now and days a grain of salt will go and tip the scales
So I'm always on point sleepin on a bed of nails
Trippin slippin through the cracks tryna walk on eggshells
Life behind this christened written scripture postin up my bail
See back when I was ten used to go to the Masjid
Corruption firsthand saw exactly what the cash did
Greed changin what was Horatio and Hamlet
Causin rifts in friendships never forever lastin
Cold wind made me never want a friend again
All that hot air got me into fightin with my brethren
When I caught the drift that's when I got my second wind
So now I do what I can determined to get the win
Call me cutthroat, cus I'm comin here to sever necks
Been to hell and back, so you know I'll never break a sweat
You can never touch us my hands are Elliot Ness
And never rest, till I am better than all the rest
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
The Process - Cradle 2 the Grave (Fea. Renaissance X) Lyrics
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I was born in 91 felt like a lonely son
Lookin all around wonderin where the hell I could run
Found myself with the people burstin rounds from guns
Doin what they can tryna manage all they funds
Yea I'm talkin people with them AR's and Gats
Is this who I am Is this really where I'm at
My life's on the line am I coming up flat
Don't deal with rats when you roll with them cats
Listen to my story I'm preachin with the flow now
Surrounded by the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, how
Sum of my experiences reapin what I'm so proud
Of doin what I can try reachin for my goals Wow
Problems in my rear-view always seem so near
Closer to my death than it really would appear
Failure the embodiment of everything I fear
Heard the sirens call PAY ATTENTION CAN YOU HEAR
Everything I was yea, I thought I was finished
Everything I did yea, I thought I diminished
Anything I was man I was called a menace
So now I'm drifting, switching gears so you all can witness
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
Couldn't see the light guess you call it tunnel vision
My kaleidoscope eyes brought an ever changing image
When I kill the competition with my written composition
Pay attention right before I catch you motherf*ckers slippin
Now and days a grain of salt will go and tip the scales
So I'm always on point sleepin on a bed of nails
Trippin slippin through the cracks tryna walk on eggshells
Life behind this christened written scripture postin up my bail
See back when I was ten used to go to the Masjid
Corruption firsthand saw exactly what the cash did
Greed changin what was Horatio and Hamlet
Causin rifts in friendships never forever lastin
Cold wind made me never want a friend again
All that hot air got me into fightin with my brethren
When I caught the drift that's when I got my second wind
So now I do what I can determined to get the win
Call me cutthroat, cus I'm comin here to sever necks
Been to hell and back, so you know I'll never break a sweat
You can never touch us my hands are Elliot Ness
And never rest, till I am better than all the rest
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
Lookin all around wonderin where the hell I could run
Found myself with the people burstin rounds from guns
Doin what they can tryna manage all they funds
Yea I'm talkin people with them AR's and Gats
Is this who I am Is this really where I'm at
My life's on the line am I coming up flat
Don't deal with rats when you roll with them cats
Listen to my story I'm preachin with the flow now
Surrounded by the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, how
Sum of my experiences reapin what I'm so proud
Of doin what I can try reachin for my goals Wow
Problems in my rear-view always seem so near
Closer to my death than it really would appear
Failure the embodiment of everything I fear
Heard the sirens call PAY ATTENTION CAN YOU HEAR
Everything I was yea, I thought I was finished
Everything I did yea, I thought I diminished
Anything I was man I was called a menace
So now I'm drifting, switching gears so you all can witness
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
Couldn't see the light guess you call it tunnel vision
My kaleidoscope eyes brought an ever changing image
When I kill the competition with my written composition
Pay attention right before I catch you motherf*ckers slippin
Now and days a grain of salt will go and tip the scales
So I'm always on point sleepin on a bed of nails
Trippin slippin through the cracks tryna walk on eggshells
Life behind this christened written scripture postin up my bail
See back when I was ten used to go to the Masjid
Corruption firsthand saw exactly what the cash did
Greed changin what was Horatio and Hamlet
Causin rifts in friendships never forever lastin
Cold wind made me never want a friend again
All that hot air got me into fightin with my brethren
When I caught the drift that's when I got my second wind
So now I do what I can determined to get the win
Call me cutthroat, cus I'm comin here to sever necks
Been to hell and back, so you know I'll never break a sweat
You can never touch us my hands are Elliot Ness
And never rest, till I am better than all the rest
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to the tomb
You're master or a slave
It's all up to you
I'd rather die trying to escape if the riot goes off
The war's on refuse to live life behind bars
Writer: Raz Hoque
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