Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh They hear you when you cry This love is far and wide When you smile the stars align Flower of the universe And child of mine They come to see the fire burning In your heart

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

Don't want us to lose what we are Don't question it You ain't gotta question it You already know the answer The truth don't make us relevant Hurts but it's necessary Lose what we are So they can't help but to come and hate on it They see what we got and

Cuz they are the ones that you fear most All this and you trade it in for nothing The time has finally come you get a mouth full You only act on greed and by your actions this is proof And can't you see the flowers dying all around you Got your hands in

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy We call it 'riding the gravy train' Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar You're gonna go far, you're gonna fly You're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try They're gonna love you Well I've always

Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps

(Don't talk to me) Don't talk to me about being alone They come and they come and they come and they come I accepted with a gentle tongue (Talk to me) He's got his work and she comes easy They each come around when the other is gone Me, I think I got

Nigga, I'm a thug, fuck the cops and the judge If you're looking for me, nigga, come get me Pu$haz Ink the label, yeah, they're my niggas You know she keep her nails done, her weave spiffy Take it to the house and get jiggy I got the strap cocked, right

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