home tonight well i guess i was right all along , all along they will learn about themselves don't worry , about a thing seeing you flee , from my life
I'll take each star from the sky (Ooh), And lay them in fields organized A nervous hand against my thigh, The city cool like breezes by, In the back of a
inch by Inviting the lions to all take a piece Destroyed by endless ends, looking to cease I need a search light to make amends From the insides out
come from To have a business you got to be ruthless Just like the guys in the 415 Who gives a fuck about takin a life? From my point of view it's a murder
the dim light? Why are we staring at a true from the inside? Why the pen slide with vigor on a put down? Like while I put my foot down stomp your city
it from yours truly, chairman of the board Fizzy Womack, I blow back they whole strap committee We live and direct from New York City I'm a stretch a
ruins, Don't know how I will escape from this Unbelievable nightmare. The place where I was born, Is now just a wreckage. And everything I knew, Is Now a
A stone's throw from Jerusalem I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight And through a million stars were shining My heart was lost on a distant planet
(Sting) A stone's throw from Jerusalem I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight And though a million stars were shining My heart was lost on a distant
We should see it coming This city's on fire And it's just the moment to speak But he's chosen silence And she's chosen lying To him Still so much left
All these heads that are rappers dissect our flows But they're so far from hot it's like Eskimos I'm far from a front like trunks in stretch limos Pop
On a sun burned plain Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins Of the city of columns where No man has ever lived I stand in the middle of the
Stirring the convulsions of its puppets Stapled down and force fed misanthropy Cavorting primitive playthings Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven
With the city in ruins it?s plunged into chaos A means of survival or just looting and theft The National Guard have been given the order By any means
the industry You feel a slong? You a killer - Wrong. I'm just hoping for a better song floating in a billabong I spin bam boogie in a bottle of whiskey
s a great street, My life is like a see-saw, I had some good times and had some bad times Nigga was down to his last dime, I slept in a pissy hallway
, lives in New York City HE got a place off of the Park BUT he was standing in the ruins And in his hands a broken heart He called a army of his
