You may push me around but you cannot win You may throw me down but I?ll rise again The more you say, the more I defy you So get out of my face You cannot
If you could only read my mind You would know that things between us, ain't right I know your arms are open wide Sure you're a little on the straight
Bloodstains Now they can make things worse for me Sometimes I'd rather die They can tell me lots of things But I don't see eye to eye Well, I know they
Hope unknown Sometimes just waking is surreal I walk right through the nameless ones I know that hope's unknown Sometimes the water feels so real As
You gotta keep 'em separated Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom Getting weapons with
Three in the morning and I gotta be someplace I don't remember where Friends try to make me stay or call me a cab home I grab my keys and a beer The
Mommy doesn't have her head anymore Keep it underneath my bed on the floor That's alright though That's ok She never really used her head anyway Daddy
Aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa aaa Well, I'd like to tell you All about my dream, it's a place Where strip malls abound And diversion's
She wakes up, rage and grace Pulling me closer, pushing away And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine Twisting and turning, we're all intertwined Broken
One is for envy And one just for spite The cuts in my heart They show in your eyes Don?t make it better The twisting knife Turns all by itself On to
There's a moment in time and it's stuck in my mind Way back when we were just kids 'Cause your eyes told the tale of an act of betrayal I knew that somebody
How does it feel When you have it all? How can you live With nothing at all? Where do you run? Where do you go? The holes in your truth Are starting
Our lives run different ways Through the rain, I see you in the sun Our star shines anyway If you wish upon it, we are one Dog eat dog everyday On our
Show me how to lie, you?re getting better all the time And turning all against the one is an art that?s hard to teach Another clever word sets off an
Aiyyo, what up, El-P? Yo, what up, Del-phonic? Nuthin' man, I was on the bus the other day, man Tryin' to listen to my Walkman, this motherfucker all
The winds of fortune don't blow the same She had to get out and make a change She had a kid now but much too young That baby daddy's out having fun He
[del] aiyyo whattup el-p? [el] yo whattup del-phonic? [del] nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man Tryin to listen to my walkman This motherfucker
Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a