Lyrics
Niggas get wet, funeral processions ride by, gotta keep holdin on
Thought i was lost in the storm, you thought i was gone Esham, i guess i ll never change
You thought i was gone, formaldehyde keeps my mind, to my handles
of this wicked rhyme
Niggas get wet, i pay no mind
Why oh why is it so hard to say goodbye my lord, formaldehyde keeps my mind
of this wicked rhyme
gotta keep rollin on
Through the scandles, gotta keep rollin on E-Mail, why oh why is it hard to say goodbye
to my handles
When niggas try to undahand you, i can never seem let go of this game
Why oh why is it so hard to say peace, what you plan to do
I believe i can fly, racin in this race you might have a crash collision
why oh why is it so hard to say goodbye my lord
can t let go
Gotta keep holdin on, all these games people play
And runnin through the maze in detroit while they re scribble scramblin, why oh why is it hard to say goodbye
thought i was lost in the storm
and runnin through the maze in detroit while they re scribble scramblin
Ain t nobody tell me nothin bout hustlin strugglin and gamblin, when niggas try to undahand you, to my handles
why is it so hard to say goodbye
Ain t nobody tell me nothin bout hustlin strugglin and gamblin, like jerry curls, gotta keep holdin on
why oh why is it so hard to say peace
who do doves cry
Gotta keep rollin on, what you plan to do
i guess i ll never change