my ground in a place I knew I might never find peace, and as my foundation shakes, I'm left to wonder, did I nurture this expanding divide? Golden bridges
presence, why y'all actin' bashful? King Syze cats and any clique they rap flo Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows From, city to city,
And then we won't stop til we hit the Appalachians To the Bulletts Bargain Basement Then 'cross the Baltic ocean basin The ride 'cross that Oakland night bridge
And piss'em off to that's what a boss do If you ever try to cross me I double cross you I floss to I'm rockin the double cross to And I carry gats the
filled vally Vulnerable souls tell tales of ill proportions Scorching RA soothing moon, soon to dim My travels at an end, light bends to dark Jagged crossed
home You can live like a rollin' stone But you cannot escape with your life We seek a city on fire With the heart of a child's desire WE will cross that bridge
To all my brothers in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby don't even play Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street Years ago
t hack it, so I'm jettin through the streets attractive, with the key in the black book of matches Floatin past pedestrians, cross over the bridge Got
that blows on the long weekends where I cross the bridge to the water fountains and drink in the hope that the city brings (Water, Building and Sin Big Oregon city
cave of endless drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language so clear Your voice perfectly turning As in the city
To all my brothers in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby don't even play Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat I cross the bridge and hit third street Years
blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge
what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed not to be so strong The wise men were consulted And the bridge of death was crossed In quest
long weekends where I cross the bridge and drink in the hope to the water fountains (Water, Building and Sin Big Oregon city draws you in that the city
Out at the edge of town Airfield runs water down Coyote crosses old tracks The hops on the light-rail max Water this building and this sin Big Oregon this city
neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well Ain't talkin', just walkin' I'll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart
York City Snow comes down, looks real pretty Can?t believe but suddenly there you are Talking with strangers sittin? cross the bar Suddenly, all are laughin? This