
Questions Strong Arm Steady (Ft. Fashawn & Planet Asia)
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[Verse 1: Krondon]
Caolition of the willing
No relation to the self-serving hermits in the higher positions
Correlation of a killing, in fact
The true and living, I exalt
Eradicates fault and ????
Product of prohibition
Young son of Ronald Reagan's '84 crack era
Feel terror
In the mirror find reflections of the struggle
How the streets infect him
Impressions from an automatic weapon
Can't teach em death
Fear the electric chair's a short walk
But a long way down, not to ballpark
A paradise
Like a Peruvian flight
Short trucks, the horror of a hooligans life
Parallel to the lessons I learned twice
Tell me how lucky can one man be
That's three
Will he make it out the game 'fore his legs break
Wandering, running for nothing but a way to get cake
[Hook: Fashawn]
All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears, sit back and look at my life like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right
All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears, sit back and look at my life like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right
Caolition of the willing
No relation to the self-serving hermits in the higher positions
Correlation of a killing, in fact
The true and living, I exalt
Eradicates fault and ????
Product of prohibition
Young son of Ronald Reagan's '84 crack era
Feel terror
In the mirror find reflections of the struggle
How the streets infect him
Impressions from an automatic weapon
Can't teach em death
Fear the electric chair's a short walk
But a long way down, not to ballpark
A paradise
Like a Peruvian flight
Short trucks, the horror of a hooligans life
Parallel to the lessons I learned twice
Tell me how lucky can one man be
That's three
Will he make it out the game 'fore his legs break
Wandering, running for nothing but a way to get cake
[Hook: Fashawn]
All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears, sit back and look at my life like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right
All the long nights, short days
Blood, sweat and tears, sit back and look at my life like "How'd I make it here?"
This can't be real
It's all a dream, this can't be right
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