'Cause you lift me up No I don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't get down No we don't get down We can turn this

Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And

My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs Carry On My

Mother of creation wait, embrace the souls of a lost world Carry them away Darkness negative receptive Pour firmament between our waters Separate the space Mother of destruction wait with a belt of Skulls strap me down And send the ship away Progress

So long and goodnight Things are better if I stay From every heart you break (heart you break) And like the blade you stain (blade you stain) Well, I've been holding on tonight What's the worst thing I can say And if you carry on this way Just like the

You carry it with you Now we're faced with two wrongs Now you carry it with you I don't know, oh, I don't know And now we're faced with two wrongs We could be born to anything and now, and now What you have done is terrible These four walls to keep you

I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no changes in me Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Makes me feel right at home Call me the breeze

I won't ever be your cornerstone. Watch her run, can you feel it? I don't want to be here holding on. A single book of matches gonna burn what's standing in the way. Roaring down the mountain, they're calling on the fire brigade. Carry out the pictures

Wild side, wild side Kneel down ye sinners to Streetwise religion Greed's been crowned the new King Hollywood dream teens Yesterday's trash queens Save the blessings for the final ring Amen! I carry my crucifix

Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time, There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow, There's where the darkey's heart am longed to go. There's where I labored so hard for old massa, Day after day