They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary My eyes

Jennie, talk to me, Jennie You make me go crazy And all you can say is no Me and Theron be one of your man them All your girlfriend them they can't stand 'em And I see them and I jam and past the hazard I just toss them after I slam they 'Cause from the

How do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder Eating seeds as a pastime activity Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep Now, what do you own the world? When I

Shout, Lauri Törni's name A soldier of three armies knows the game Keeps their echo from the past Rise from beyond your grave Son of Finland and the Green Beret May you rest in peace at last Started out as a reserve Soon promoted when deserved Cross of

There's a man on the corner Begging for help There's a man that walks past him And he's drowning in wealth Who doesn't understand How disappointment destroys the soul Every look of shame Is a wound that will never heal What has he done to deserve this

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Won't somebody help me Chase the shadows away Take me through the darkness To the break of the day Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayer Half past twelve

Looking for signs of life Looking for signs every night But there's no signs of life So we do it again Who did you ask? Those cool kids Stuck in the past "Where are we going?" Apartments of cigarette ash

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

Could this thing last But the age of miracles, hadn't past The sun was shining everywhere A foggy day, in London town I viewed the morning, with alarm The British museum, had lost its charm For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town I