Breaking a new day Tumbling further through this gate Fall through whispers that I've prayed Onward into time I still remember there was a light shining on the sea Fire on
and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and
the part that's in my walk with street talk I'm runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark. Survalience on a nigga every day, Waitin' on my daddy
streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody
you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for
that wasn't the city I remembered A Child in the street, barefoot pullin' at his Mama's tattered coattails: like a rat dogs existence With not a scrap left on
glacier Beggin' for the freezer burn; back every day sir! Sir, your science loves to fuck nature Sir, your right to the dawn of my day sir Sir, your
slam off the hinges. The dark initiates my fear and I tell myself nothing can hurt me. Nothing can hurt me. The blanket weighs 300 pounds pinning me on
the blood off my hands that I took from his face I start to thinkin': why did I just do that? I got a demon on my shoulder, ain't no monkey on my back
(Downes/Payne) Was a dark day through old eyes again As the flames rise to lick blue wounds again See the chrome claw kiss the black sky into again
The moon has changed day into darkness As we are kissed by funeral winds Marching toward the horizon In fragmantic grim atmospeheres When the mysterious touch of darkness
with some form of outlandish glyphs which seemed to writhe squamously and alter their shape even as I gazed at them. A sibilant whispering which seemed at
dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high summer's night passed swiftly. At
his army on that fate-steeped dawn. So much unparalleled and polarized arcane power was unleashed upon the Field of Blood at that instant that it has
dark art of sorcerous mind-control. Angsaar succeeded in placing spies and traitors within the King's Court, and thus set into motion a dark chain of
day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult. At dawn, I pinpointed the location of the Great
stone and pine Slowly the golden dise of the sun is setting Beyond the rim of Nordland at the end of long day Slowly the ominous dark descend upon all
