You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to to be this way It's gonna break my heart to to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Abandon the safety of mindless following Open your eyes And see the Open your eyes (behold the path before you) To the grave (to the grave) Abandon what holds us captive to to suffering Pierce the blinders, behold The path that leads before you Let us

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to to be this way It's gonna break my heart to to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these niggas Phantom parkin', big dawg barkin' hey Blood tales on me, oh-oh-oh-oh Shawty

You try to to tell me you want happiness But you ain't happy unless You're miserable And you can't win unless you lose Your heart's as heavy as the stones you throw Can't see the flowers for the weeds you grow You blow your bubbles just to to watch 'em burst

Now testify It's right outside our door Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set The jury's sleepless We found your weakness Who controls the past now controls the future The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me

Tommy, can you hear me? And Tommy doesn't know what day it is He doesn't know who Jesus was Or what praying is How can he be saved From the eternal grave? Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited Waking up on Christmas morning

March again Notorious and brave We were the warriors of the north We'd never lost a fight in war We feared not the grave The ruler of this northern court My brother, lord, king He always had our loyal swords

Gold on my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to to kill If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal For war, we pray 7th Ward, the grave Straight out of hell Ring the bells Plague is here to to stay Roaches and locusts they cover me knowing they'll

I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive