Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom So be clear, be clear Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more Oh there ain't no darkness that I fear So be clear, just to be clear All I am is the bones you made for me so garishly clean White as the horses,

La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la (this one's for you) I think I made it, I think I made it I think I made it 'Cause I'm always smiling, and you are the reason now Girl, I can't explain it I had to get back, I had to report I had to get facts 'cause

Nobody mention my familia It's always trouble when they go too far Dead line, now you a dead man for real This is my house, you made it personal Father, father, could you bless his soul? He talking crazy, I may lose control Father, father, unforgivable

The angels laid him away Angels laid him away Laid him six feet under the clay Hey Mrs. Collins ain't it hard See young Louis in that old graveyard Mrs. Collins weep, Mrs. Collins moan What made her son Louis leave his home? Bob shot one, Louis shot two

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way Rap rap niggas We them

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Don't leave no smell on me I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful hard but I can't change My cold, cold sailor heart says, "Get on your way." I ain't too proud to say it but that's how I'm made From runways to the road I ramble alone This

Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Seasons came and

I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends I'm losing touch Console me in my darkest hour But you made your way back home Could this be that the truth is always gray Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away Fill their