Текст песни Man on Fire - George Young

See you are what you are in this world
That′s either one of two things
Either you are somebody
Or you're nobody

I, Woke up feeling like John Doe
Wondering where does the time go?
Struggling, Fearing i′ll die broke
Been juggling gigs and divine flow
I've been putting the puzzle together without all the pieces
The mark of genius, been that nigga now they start to see it
Thoughts repeated, help me cope with all my darkest demons
The only underdog niggas never saw defeated
I saw my city make their mark and they've been charting recent
I just hope ya′ll get it in, while ya arts in season
She ain′t got alot of ass but that arch is decent
Swear that i need everything im owed, every quarters needed
Its not a game man

When its down to the wire
Im like Denzel, nigga Man on Fire
Got a couple bad (Hoes) couple grams from my supplier
Couple fans,nigga hand to the choir (Real shit)
When its down to the wire
Im like Denzel, nigga Man on Fire (Aye)
Got a couple bad (Hoes) couple grams from my supplier
Couple fans, see that man on the flyer

I got dreams that cause me to lose sleep
Venting gems like Martin in Blue Streak
It's just him, but thoughts they be too (Two) deep
So expensive to live but coffins ain′t too cheap
Caution its new heat, fathered by cruel streets
Martyr'd by blue geeks, they off for like two weeks
Biggest lessons i learned was not in what schools teach
Follow what fools preach, Gossip and nude leaks
Coppin that two piece, ain′t watchin what you eat
Starvin for lewd freaks, cars with the two seats
Stardoms what you seek, til offered a new release
Know the devils out here shoppin, he bargains to lose receipts
(Gotdamn)

When its down to the wire
Im like Denzel, nigga Man on Fire
Got a couple bad (Hoes) couple grams from my supplier
Couple fans, nigga hand to the choir (Real shit)
When its down to the wire
Im like Denzel, nigga Man on Fire
Got a couple bad (Hoes) couple grams from my supplier
Couple fans, see that man on the flyer

Yeaaaa Yeaaaaa
Yeeeaaa

Welcome to the Loop
Back against the wall ain't got nothing to lose
Shit this life will crazy like you sliding in a coupe
I was down so many shots it got me feeling bulletproof (Yea)
You can′t relate if you ain't really been through hell and back
Going in circles got me flying like a ceiling fan
Taking them chances like we riding in the rental van
Feeling so stuck as if we're stranded out on 610

We was tryna put plaques on the wall, we hit the road like a packed UHaul
With dreams of paper everywhere like a classroom brawl
Saw a message on a bathroom wall (What it say)
It′s too much shit to be done for your ass to stall
Never felt blue when others felt green, chalked that shit up
Like the last cue ball in a black pool hall
Rest in peace to Bushwick the legend, ain′t no task to tall
Sleepin on us in the spring'll get you taxed thru the fall
Ain′t no jobs or happy hours, niggas got a gambling problem
Cuz they'll risk a 10 just to rob the Family Dollar
Word to Brad Jordan, need the Money and the Power
Hood ain′t exactly ours, cuz these folks will tax you out it
Funny ones that lack the prowess always gotta yap the loudest
Rappers snitchin on they self, blew up off the track about it
All this trauma on the screen, swear my people had enough
Country made it hard to breath before we was maskin up
Give a fuck about what methods approved
Villify us when yo son just brought his weapon to school
And all these deaths on the news
From people thinkin they exceptions to rules
Then consequences got you extra confused (Stupid ass)
People rush to get a scoop, don't care much if its the truth
All these drugs you niggas do, still no substance in the booth
They don′t love you til its through, and they tuck you in a suit
Fore they stuff you under roots, Nigga welcome to the Loop