Trapped in a cgae
Behind these steel iron bars
Left to stare at the world where
There is nothing withing grasp
The price that you pay when
You are no naive
It is a time to count your blessings
A time to swallow grief
Wasted
Life
Wasted
Wasted Life
The fine line that you walk is
Made for one to trip
To absorb the shocks you take
But give you little grip
Replenish the supply of anger in
Your eyes
Cut you a little slack and
Take you from behind
Wasted
Life
Wasted
Wasted Life
Fear, pain, desire, greed, torture, trust, revenge, loss
Smother any flame
Before it gets a chance to burn
Put aside all trauma that
You have seend or heard
You only get one life
The once chance you get
Living one day at a time
Will be your one regret
Wasted
Life
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Wasted LifeIntro
Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... Master Ace in the
studio with my man Marley Marl, y'know... Got DJ Clash in the
house...and my DJ, Steady Pace on the cut, right? [Doin' the rest]
Right, so I'm about to get into somethin' here...
Verse 1
I'm Master Ace, from a place
or should I say borough
where they like the bass to be thorough
With the kick of a mule
and the click of a tool with no bullets
in the clip, it's the trick of a fool
Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can't smoke
To pull such stunts is no joke
You better know where you are first
Try to be rude and get chewed like a Starburst
Now how much juice you got?
You couldn't hang if I made a noose and knot
Now try that on for size
Too much baseball, too many apple pies
Click your heels three times, kid
and now you can see what my rhymes did
Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle
First I brand them, then I hand them a rattle
So they can make a little noise in protest
Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest
I told that MC to go West
Let's see who can put on a show best
The creep that tried to sleep got no rest
I got a rap that can trap a slow pest
Where's your girl? She's out on a hoe quest
Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed
in a camisole she's a pro blessed
with a great big backside but no breasts
Welcome to the fire pit
I know some kids that wish you'd worn some flyer shit
Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train
they woulda put a big nine to your brain
Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin'
cuz there's a battle goin' on in Brooklyn.
Verse 2
Just like the water in a river flows, I'm fluid
and as I do it, I deliver blows
So MCs, you better keep your left up
Try to fight an