Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

We venture through time blind, running hands against the walls Sweeping barricades red with rust Quiet this mind abandoned fields of thought Searching for meaning, wandering in opaque Closing my eyes, and let the color in Quiet this mind ignite these

Now I put the ice on my chest (I'm doing it) Now I got plaques on the wall (I'm doing it) Now I never answer a call (I'm doing it) Now I gotta house in the west (I'm doing it) There's no way you can tell man that I can't do what I want to (I do what I

And you can't see which way the river flows Gathered for this mess Abandon all that you know You say that you're not blind The engines start to seize The walls begin to close The betrayal that you see Yet you can't see which way the river flows The end,

Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over When the world comes in They come, they come To build a wall between us We know they won't win There is freedom within There is freedom without Try to catch a deluge in a paper cup

I am all eyes I am all ears I am the wall And I'm watching you fall Because faith is mine! There is a scourge in the guise of sanctity A perpetrator with a quill Although it's Not perceived and although it’s not mystery

Who am I, darling to you? Who am I, darling for you? I come alone here And meet me there, bundles of flowers We wait through the hours of cold Winter shall howl at the walls Tearing down doors of time Shelter as we go

Living just enough For the city Living just enough, just enough for the city A boy is born in hard time Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction His

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Why go home? Why go home, why go home, why go home, why go home What you taught me (why go home) She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday Another child Won't feel as alone as she does It's been two years