F.A.T.E. - The Last Stop lyrics

[Intro: Narrator] Were you scared? Of what? Getting k**ed You'll never write well if you're dying Do you? Yeah, I do I'd say it's my greatest fear, actually Well, it's something all men before you have done before All men will do I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from d**h All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving Which is the same thing And when the man who is brave and true Looks d**h squarely in the face It's because they loved with sufficient pa**ion to push d**h out of their minds, until it returns as it does to all men Push d**h out of their minds.. (x3) [Verse 1: Blu] I've tried to tell 'em don't die, don't die Go fly, wear a bow tie Dress in all black to the pine, Los Angeles times Wake up for your cake (?) Make your bed and keep your head up You got bread to big up You got a job, got that J-O You don't f** with yayo f** the yayo, play the radio CA all day What's the prob? I threw a (?) to you, you brutal bomb Do your momma know you playin' the Don 83, n***a you was asleep Blu was born in uniform, probably blazing a beat I had to find (?) Every week, changing them sheets I can write you my days of life on a leave Put the gun on no police That's not a way to show our chief Clap rappers in half, I don't play around b**h Ready to die, before you pa** You gon' duck around, or you gon' turn the f** around Pick this microphone up, you better buckle down Yo, f** this song sh** You f** with fakes, you know the cross fit You in LA, you know you lost it