Where do fallen angels go I just don't know They keep falling, falling, falling... Can you hear me There's a candle burning in the world tonight For another child who vanished out of sight And a heart is broken, another prayer in vain There's a million

You're the only one Take me back To where we started from Like we made it then This ol' heart ain't gonna break your heart again The only one Can we make it now I found out the hard way And I'm never gonna break your heart

But I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you And right there where we stood was holy ground Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through Tonight I’m gonna dance like you were in this room I was reminiscing just the other day While

Where you gonna run to Downpresser man All along that day You drink your big champagne and laugh I wouldn't like to be a flea Under your collar man You can run but you can't hide Beggin' to hide you All along that day

Lock and load your gun, where I'm from, the Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third world-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted everything, and now the Third World's gone The waters poisoned where I'm from

I get the money everywhere that I go I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor Going down by the second round, all hail the underground How that sound? Xzibit backing down from a conflict Fuck the

Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away Hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift,

Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that I'm roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at Yea wassup baby girl I'm just looking over this homework I really need some help

Spreadin' rhythm around Music everywhere, feet are pattin' Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan Everybody is out high hattin' Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin' Drums and saxophones rip and tearin' Everybody you meet is rarin' Up in Harlem in every flat

White riot, I want to riot White riot, a riot of my own Just what they're told to And nobody wants To go to jail Black man gotta lotta problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick