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sometimes, sometimes you just know
you just know, that's all
[chorus]
i can feel it comin in the air tonight
hold on
i've been waitin for this moment, for all my life
hold on, hold on
the best of y'all niggas, remind me of myself when i was younger
when it was hunger that stopped a nigga from goin under
and you wonder, why i pat you on your head and smile
look in your eyes, and thank the lord for my child
meanwhile, somethin i gotta show you and i hope you can take it
gonna leave you in the desert and i hope that you make it
gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you
when you stand up and see that i'm just showin love to you
other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends
cats i fucked wit are real, but hey, those are your friends
it's just what you got comin, sometimes you don't know, what you askin for
yet you ask for more, shut the casket door
this one here, good as done
you thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run
nigga died wit his gun, still up in the holster
is it comin in the air? yeah, it's gettin closer
[chorus]
i see life through many shades of grays and blacks
i could take that and hit em wit the blazin tracks
when i make that you fake cats have violent dreams
it takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
the devil got a hold on me, and he won't let go
i can feel the lord pullin, but he movin dead slow
let em know, that amidst all this confusion
some of us may do the winnin, but we all do the losin
it's just who does the choosin, means you goin up or down
what have you been provin? just that you a fuckin clown
bitch seen through bullshit, but never spoke on it
cuz i know that deep down, you really don't want it
i woulda traded the chance, of bein the child with a father
holdin talent and bein able to survive when it's harder
my balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife
that's why i hit these mothafuckin streets at night
come on!
[chorus]
there's a lotta shit that i let slide, cuz it's outta my hands
lotta niggas i let ride, but it's not in my plans
and a lot of my mans is not, seein through the fog
families, by the truckload, fleein, to the morgue
full moon, awooooo, the howlin
grrrr, the growlin, shhhhh, the prowlin
don't know love, can't show love, that means you gonna need more love
than an old thug, but hold up, roll up
talkin out the side of your mouth
is what's gonna let niggas know, why you died in your house
when they lied to your spouse, told her it was suicide
but you and i both know the truth will never die
listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared for the mob
cuz you dead up in the fog, and that's your head by the log
i can smell it in the air, i can tell when it's there
this is hell and we both here, can you feel it? tell me yeah
