You made me colourblind No masquerade to hide behind, It's cold To think I have no key which could Make or break me So tired To see your lights on So tired Of standing anxiously So tired It's the death of me So tired of doors that keep on shutting Why's your door always shut? Smitten I close my eyes to your door Smitten I close my eyes to adore you How long can I hide behind a smile I've held so broken for a while To drift and see you there No door just you and your empty chair So tired To see your lights off So good To feel the touch of a hand... So sad To think it's memory sand So tired of doors that keep on shutting Why's your door always shut? Smitten I close my eyes to your door Smitten I close my eyes to adore you So tired So tired So tired So tired I guess I loved you far too much The moments just moments not to touch No order no method no people to please Just a smitten girl with her lost lease So tired

When I was sixteen I learned to sing, I learned to sing But every time I raise my voice inside I feel so tired And I feel like the world is filled With people who can't hear themselves speak So the silence overtakes my mind I can't find time to use my Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains I can hear this voice inside me moving, cracking, everyday My mother told me it's not in your head It's running through your veins So get into the game she said, resist the pain don't go insane But I'm already crazy, don't you know that's why I got to go down? Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains

Get up in the morning already yawning and I'm so tired I Ain't had a wink of sleep seems like all week We're So tired The Baby's only feeding and one of them is teething They're So tired They get up before the dawn I don't know how we carry on We're so tired Thank God their mama is a natural She knows exactly what to do And as for me I think I'd go insane I just wouldn't have a clue You know we try to do our best Just don't get no rest We're so tired Would do it all again you can bet your life my friend But I'm So tired Bomp ba da da da da da We're So tired So Tired Bomp ba da da da da da So tired So tired Just can't wait til the sun goes down and all the kids have gone to bed Trying to sleep you know but sleep won't come With all the stuff goin through my head Well its play group on thursday Music class on Friday, I'm so tired And Now Mamas getting snappy Daddy won't change no NAPPY And I'm so tired Bomp ba da da da da da So tired Bomp ba da da da da da So tired Sometime I think I'll just go on to bed I must have better things to do When Its time to get my good night kiss My dreams have all come true Bomp ba da da da da da So Tired Bomp ba da da da da da So Tired So Tired So Tired So Tired So tired So tired So tired So tired So Tired

**NEXT MESSAGE** Yo, I don't know where to start Uh, check it out, music is - my total existence, dawg, straight up Everything in with my life revolves around music It's like... you can't get a relationship cuz'. I'm still with. my first love which is music You'know'what'I'm'sayin'?, fo'real The reason I'm here is. is J Dilla, just like that, peace **END OF MESSAGE** **PRE-SAVED, NEXT MESSAGE** Yea, yea It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all The empty bottles that's hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a Science Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin' Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin' To come from all the fussin' and ramblin' What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with By things show biz does; older thugs showed us stuff Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light It almost could have blowed us up Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin' Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin' Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man Saw his wife secondary to his true passion Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in '82 Never looked back, now look what it changed me to. music We gotta believe the future We gotta believe the past We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we had it We gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life **NEXT MESSAGE** Uh, what's the difference between me and you? It's that I'm real kind show, this rap shit, I'd really do it My whole life man is really music Through my bass line, I'm livin' through it Another expression of life, I couldn't live without I like my music pure, not watered down DAMN!, it felt good to fulfill the dreams of gettin' out the hood Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop sellin' drugs Spinnin' time in the basement kept me from actin' up Zonin' out, wishin' Dre. could check it out I'm here now, I can't believe it, Proof in the puddin' Everything happened for a reason Through this music I'm able to feed the family When I'm stressed out, it's my sanity It's a life style, all in the streets and in Hollywood Music in my DNA, it's my livelihood. music We gotta believe the children We gotta believe in hope We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we'd know See we gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life **NEXT MESSAGE** Keep the music alive The good and the strong survive I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five' Randy and Michael goin' through life cycle Music allowed me to let life go So vital to a youngster, comin' up amongst street hustlers The big be the toucher's, since such a special place Givin' the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic No second guessin', self-expression in lessons learned Aggression, became sessions where sessions burned Put my soul into it, 'naw my feet is firm And the game, where name is hard to earn And hot cat's career gets scarred and burned Through the years, mine took a Godly turn This is the story of my life here trapped in a verse No matter the money or the movies, music is first, yea. We gotta believe the future We gotta believe the past We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we had it We gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life We gotta believe the children We gotta believe in hope We gotta believe in more Didn't know that we'd know See we gotta believe each other We gotta open up our minds Cause music is for life. for life **NEXT MESSAGE** Ayo, Hi-Tek whattup?, you know who this is It's your boy Busta Bus down, Flip Mode Squad, aiight Now, you know, this is serious thing behind the music that we're doing It's like. music, for me man, it mean, it means everything, feel me You know when we going through, our personal strives in life You'know'what'I'm'sayin', we get up in that studio Close that door, lock ourselves in, that little four-wall space man Get in the vocal booth and become whoever you wanna be Express whatever you wanna feel, you'know'what'I'mean? When you going through your most frustrating time in life You'know'what'I'm'sayin', you can realize that. When you can't find nobody else to speak to You can speak through the music Help other people feel your pain, your struggle, your passion You'know, what you live and die for, your values in life You'know'what'I'mean?, music man Is the voice of every being in the Universe What God had provided for us to communicate, when all else fails It's what allows us to be able to connect With touching our hearts & the soul of the streets **FIRST SKIPPED MESSAGE** Yo, I'mma Rosemont legend nigga, I'mma felony nigga Keep rollin' the motha'fuckers in my nigga Like the bait, they.they. hopin' on it When the bait go in nigga, they can't playa hate on it I'm comin' back niggas, stronger than ever Watch this nigga, bony bones, clever if ever Playa hater, can't motha'fucker, fuck with this My baby momma even talk about my shit, haha I'm hotter than hot, hotter, what?, tell 'em boo (Hang up the damn phone), yea, I'm on, alright Bony bones in the house, nigga **END OF MESSAGE**

It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately Bunch of grown ass men, little crybabies They wanna live like me, with their hands out But ain't shit free I started with a half ounce I worked miracles with that bag I seen killers turn snitch, when shit go bad I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants We was right in Wyoming, about to pass Cheyenne Two unmarked cars on our ass Shit's crazy, real d-boy stories I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler Since we tell stories true homie On some shit you never knew homie Momma was a trap star South bay flipping bricks from fast cars You see it in my genetics From me to go out and get it Being broke is pathetic In the hole with no credit That don't forget it so that i never go back Scared of the dark im stacking these packs Keep them as its elevated On the lemonade and key lime sub line Still so fucking faded Almost forgot the last 3 lines Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler They say we're old school They say we're veterans They say we're seasoned Some say that we're legends But to get older am I scared or what Yesterday I saw some grey hair on my nuts Cuts and scratches now don't exist Sluts and bitches got good gold on their wrist Shits a little different Change comes with time But they can do what they want to do I'mma still get mine Grind is a way that will never get old Getting high and doing shows until im 74 And if it's positive I'm ready to go If you're blowing then I'm ready smoke Ready to burn Ready to learn Ready to earn Ready to move Ready to groove Devin the Dude Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler

You're constantly askin me for somethin And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done Make your own money in case I don't have none But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but Then it hit me You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullshit me (no!) Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you ain't even gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to help on my rent, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) You like to smoke all the time All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine But shit I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks To get you drunk, dig in ya pussy and get my knuckles to stank A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for shit I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect To pull out my dick and put it on the back of your neck Cuz see these women'll wait, bitches'll beg And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine It seems pussy should be free, ain't no need in buyin it Why don't you go half with me? But just like I thought, you was out to bullshit me Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to rub on your clit, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Now you asked me to buy you some gear You said you was tired of wearin the same bullshit all year Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch Niggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave I got three minutes left on my phone card Times are tougher than my dick when I'm on hard Can't do nothin for a bitch who can't do nothin for herself But you tryna squeeze a nigga until there's nothin left Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Or help me to get my transmission fixed, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

I can't stand (I can't stand) stupid bitches I keep away, they ain't ridin (my bone) Have no plans (no plans) with stupid bitches I tend to stray from stupid bitches