I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it Can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get

And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us And go mad for a couple grams

Small town, bright lights, saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the fat girl daughter of virginia and ray Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat Behind her small eyes sunk deep

Good evening Constantinople The best audience in the world we've bin told We really hope the dope'll Make you clap At all that crap That you've bin sold.

Who brings it to you Who's your uncle? Detroit to Texas Texas to LA Brooklyn to the bayou Across the southern plains So what makes you think I give a fuck about you Who bring's it to you

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway Seen the lights go out Broadway I saw the Empire State laid low And life went on beyond the Palisades They all bought Cadillacs And left there long ago They held a concert out in Brooklyn To watch the island

Slowly you fade Slowly it fades Many tribes of a modern kind, Doing brand new work, same spirit by side, Joining hearts and hand and ancestral twine, ancestral twine Give it time and wonder why Do what we can laugh an we cry And we sleep in your dust

Your voice is calling my name Again and again My soul is caught up in flames I feel I'm losing control I'm here, I'm yours to atone The web you wove around me was only the beginning And every star I counted, as cold as your embrace I've listened, I've

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long