It might be over soon, soon, soon Where you gonna look for confirmation? And if it's ever gonna happen So as I'm standing at the station It might be over soon (All All these years years) There I find you marked in constellation (two, two) There isn't ceiling in

Suffering overdue So many years years In the end, We find what's true There's something sick inside these these walls Your loss of mind has come and called

Yeah, when I get where I'm going There'll be only happy tears I will love and have no fear When I get where I'm going I will shed the sins and struggles I have carried all all these years years And I'll leave my heart wide open Don't cry for me down here On the

Oh darling I'm crazy after all all these years years Bitterblue, Bitterblue Breaking up is hard to do Bitterblue you know that I'm too Proud to cry I can't take my eyes off you And that's no way to say goodbye I'll take the train to nowhere This love is a sacrifice

Pray for war, pray for death, pray for hate Pray for all all that you know All All these years years ain't nothing's changed Where have we gone, what have we done Where have we gone, nowhere left to run And you know Spiral of darkness, as the fools away Peace through

These are the days our lives will change and we will see our worlds collide Life is a journey throughout the years years that pass a lesson to be learned There is a purpose to all all that we encounter in this existence What builds us up may one day break us down

1985, I arrived 33 years years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I

We're in love Lay us down Whether near or far I am always yours Any change in time We are young again In these these coming years years Many things will change But the way I feel

Ten years years and runnin', we came up from the basement This what you all all been waitin' for, ain't it? Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment All All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went This what you all all been waitin' for ain't it?

I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These These old letters from years years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town