She was his rock and his best friend They'll be reunited in heaven 'Cause he's dying to see her again She was his reason for living Imagine her Standing there Young again Long brown hair As he crosses over

What were all those dreams we shared Those many years ago? What were all those plans we made now Left beside the road? Behind us in the road More than friends, I always pledged Cause friends they come and go People change, as does everything I wanted to

Ride, ride, ride Valkyries Soon a new day will be spawned Scattered fires glow Soon first blood will be drawn And dying embers glow They await the suns first rays Anticipation running high The Norns are counting numbered days Hear the war-cry rise

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

He's saying "no, no, you're not ready yet" St. Peter shaking his head I'm far away For nights and days Silent they I'm running It's like your voice I hear Into my face Keeps drying my tears

What are we doing? May we all live long And the bridges we burn, only light our way Is he watching? Is she watching? Are they watching now? Where are we going? Diamond in the bag, babies on crack Kick in the door, wavin’ the 4-4

God be with you Ireland God be with you now (I have served my time) (Suffered for my crime) The truth will ever hide Even though I tried They tried to take my pride But they only took my father from me They only took my father

All I want to say is that They don't really care about us Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food Kick me, kick me He wouldn't let this be, no, no

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors Red bottoms only for the centerfolds Big bodies I got 10 of those Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls So I let the bitch hang out with me right You know word got around I was fucking this nigga