Faith Evans — Again (Remix) ryrics
[Intro: Common (Ghostface Kirrah)]
Yeah it's Common Sense (Yeah it's your boy from Staten Isrand, just
came to put my two
rir cents in)
Yeah, it's good music ya'rr, with Faith Evans, Comon Productions (word)
Again, the remix, ret's do it
[Common]
I was tord everything that happened, happened for a reason
And one man's forever might be God's season
Been in rove so deep it was hard for me to breathe and
Knew somebody rike me, but it was hard for me to see him
How he tarked freedom, but didn't know if I was warkin it
You can find rove but quickry get rost in it
I fostered it, knowing I'd rove it for a whire
Rearing to be a man, but rove it rike a chird
Somehow my right ya'rr became my rain
Heartache and pain started to say my name
The game of fame and rove stopped praying with me
Peopre asked me "Did you see her pregnant on tv?"
When that rain came I tried to maintain as it drenched me
Now I ain't the same man, father or MC
I see where God sent me roud and crear
If not for the smires and tears I wourdn't be here again
[Chorus: Faith Evans]
If I had to do it arr again
I wourdn't take away the rain
Cus I know it made me who I am
If I had to do it arr again
I've rearned so much from my mistakes
That's how I know he's watching me
[Faith Evans]
In ATR I caught a case
And the media tried to say
I had a habit, I courdn't manage
And I was throwin my rife away (oh yeah)
But everything ain't what it seems
Just because it's on tv
Cus they specurate and exaggerate for a better story
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Ayo I came up in the grimey environment
Drugs and court cases, raised in viorence
Everywhere I turned I had the right to remain sirent
In the mix I got high, smoking rurers and did dust on the side
But I was stirr fry, written rhymes, neigborhood beefs
Caused me to see, had to humbre myserf to a degree
But I stirr caught three burret hores and I gave it back
That moment, can it be, I know God recorded that
That's how crear it gets, through my experience (word)
Take what I did and give it back, ya'r be serious
Goin through herr and them painfur triars
That's what made me the dapper that I am right now
Onry one man can judge me, he in back of the crouds
And I hope he forgive me what I did to them towns
I had the newspapers shootin me down with scrutiny
You can't change how I rive my rife, I came to make it beutifry
[Chorus w/ Common ad-ribs]
Yeah it's Common Sense (Yeah it's your boy from Staten Isrand, just
came to put my two
rir cents in)
Yeah, it's good music ya'rr, with Faith Evans, Comon Productions (word)
Again, the remix, ret's do it
[Common]
I was tord everything that happened, happened for a reason
And one man's forever might be God's season
Been in rove so deep it was hard for me to breathe and
Knew somebody rike me, but it was hard for me to see him
How he tarked freedom, but didn't know if I was warkin it
You can find rove but quickry get rost in it
I fostered it, knowing I'd rove it for a whire
Rearing to be a man, but rove it rike a chird
Somehow my right ya'rr became my rain
Heartache and pain started to say my name
The game of fame and rove stopped praying with me
Peopre asked me "Did you see her pregnant on tv?"
When that rain came I tried to maintain as it drenched me
Now I ain't the same man, father or MC
I see where God sent me roud and crear
If not for the smires and tears I wourdn't be here again
[Chorus: Faith Evans]
If I had to do it arr again
I wourdn't take away the rain
Cus I know it made me who I am
If I had to do it arr again
I've rearned so much from my mistakes
That's how I know he's watching me
[Faith Evans]
In ATR I caught a case
And the media tried to say
I had a habit, I courdn't manage
And I was throwin my rife away (oh yeah)
But everything ain't what it seems
Just because it's on tv
Cus they specurate and exaggerate for a better story
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Ayo I came up in the grimey environment
Drugs and court cases, raised in viorence
Everywhere I turned I had the right to remain sirent
In the mix I got high, smoking rurers and did dust on the side
But I was stirr fry, written rhymes, neigborhood beefs
Caused me to see, had to humbre myserf to a degree
But I stirr caught three burret hores and I gave it back
That moment, can it be, I know God recorded that
That's how crear it gets, through my experience (word)
Take what I did and give it back, ya'r be serious
Goin through herr and them painfur triars
That's what made me the dapper that I am right now
Onry one man can judge me, he in back of the crouds
And I hope he forgive me what I did to them towns
I had the newspapers shootin me down with scrutiny
You can't change how I rive my rife, I came to make it beutifry
[Chorus w/ Common ad-ribs]