You've got your songs They are everyday for awhile Just the only way to feel all right I was born from the sound of the strings For someone to give everything To be a song just for your feeling And you will see I'll touch your feelings Close your eyes

Follow my life, homie from start 'til now And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold me down Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga holds me down Eleven,

(calling your names) Away from the games (fucking head games) The circumstances of a world so cold Away from the name Away from the stones (throw sticks and stones) 'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us Away from the space

I pray to the Lord, my soul to take Before I wake My soul to take, my soul to take, my soul to take Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed Took my time, crept from behind And I opened

I started thinkin' 'bout you up in Milwaukee It was rainin' when we reached Chicago But the tears didn't start rollin' down my cheeks 'Til we rolled into Kokomo - Kokomo I tol' some friends you came from Gary 'Tho your home was Naptown Last time I saw

Holy Father in darkness Thy kingdom came The rise of Thy reign From Thy bosom Arose in glory The children of the Other-world You are the nameless You're the primordial one Who was, who is and is to come

I can see the stars From America So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home

Bright smile dark eyes Now my work is done I feel I'm owed some joy Oh Imogene and Abelard I'm your homeward boy But there's another one Who brings me to your door And the boat she weaved from the tidal reeds

Yeah, more than you know I just need to get it off my chest You should know that baby you're the best 'Cause it ain't over, until she sings I saw it coming, from miles away I better speak up if I got something to say You had your reasons, you had a few

I grew up inna place called De La Vega Spanish Town Rocking Over Prison Oval I grew up inna a place called Ensom City Spanish Town groovy Everybody nice Hail Jah mon, Spanish Town me born Dat a weh me come from From you look inna me face you see a De La