Broken Pieces ILL BILL (Ft. Jeru the Damaja & Slaine)

[Chorus]
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Speaking loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Skinny waist, fat ass, pretty face, evil mouth
Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers, and coke-heads
Her uncle was the ex-drummer from Guns N' Roses
Met her over Joey Silvera's house, a party girl
She was 19 and happy that her parents finally let her out
Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend
The third one during an orgy, might have been Sean Penn's
Yeah, I put it in her mouth once and we remained friends
Seen her out at the clubs now and again, the same shit
The same sneaky crowd, same cocaine, same tits
Same dreams about becoming a star and making the flicks
Played a hooker on Entourage, swore she made it
Made friends with the wrong crowd, got played quick
Took the first sniff of that gray shit then ate dick
Dummy ate her first syringe was never the same since, listen

[Chorus]
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place
When your dreams are broken pieces
The world can be a cold and cruel place