pictures, and past times Is what?s left of my life? (Broken Promises) Would you believe a word I said? If I told you this is the best of me. So close your eyes and
Times Can't Explain, Just What Attracts Me To This Dirty Game I Reminisce On Tha Past Crimes Gold Chains, Some Extra Change, And Tha Street Fame [Verse 2:] Like Watching Pictures
represent Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block
Close to town but not to the city Far from home but near my family No water views but so close to the sea I see, this is how my little life could be And
You see time stops still in the eye of the storm The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born It's a rhythmic reality, a remedy through riddles
me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) I looked
to deny that i feel nothing when i see your face tears and months and years of calling most of time and i stay strong i?m ok i?m ok and i know that it
down us Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us We paint pictures of the chains under their names and
In their face and kick their little butts [FIGHT COMMENTATORS: Squirrel and Mikey Roads] - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
strapped for one pill And I prescribed her fill And we made love to the thought that life's ill And how it's crazy that through all of this swill How
mind And all that was certain is gone I touch the wood and smile to my thoughts This path won't lead me home [Chorus:] Pictures of past closed in the
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range and change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all
Yo dog, here's a biscuit I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture? And you don't wanna hear
this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three
about a trip that I had taken to the canyons And you told me of a river that had cut through time Leaving only the pictures of long dead sons and daughters And
else. But you and I both know, That it really is... But still, You know what I'm saying, B? Ran across a picture you took of me, And you cross
[Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on this
