Through the suffering, we fight, no end in sight Until we see the light, no end in sight The age of the old vision has passed away, the birth of a new way This is confrontation Struggle and pain of this life remains (Through the suffering, we fight) No

I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Yeah, classic hip hop shit Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em We started out moppin' floors And now we front row at the awards Number one for the last twenty years If you

I stand in front of you I'll take the force of the blow You're a boy and I'm a girl You're a girl and I'm a boy This girl I know needs some shelter She don't believe anyone can help her She's doing so much harm, doing so much damage But you don't want to

We'll make a memory out of it It's gotta get easier and easier somehow 'Cause I'm falling, I'm falling I don't wanna wait for that There she goes in front of me Don't look on, take me back again We finally fall apart and we break each other's hearts If

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

In the wild frontier, in the wild In the wild frontier, off the beaten track In the wild frontier, better watch your back Where your dreams get real or your blood gets spilled Gotta face your fears in the wild frontier In the wild, in the wild In the

When he was eight years old Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin' Little girl came through the front gate Holdin' a fishin' pole His dad looked down and smiled He said, "We can't leave her behind" "Son, I know you don't want her to go But someday you'll

When love comes around I'll send the message in a bottle Stormy weather, oh yeah I feel good Oh, here we go Yesterday I saw my love light shine Straight ahead in front of me You never really know

(If Heaven was a mile away) Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? Or save it all for you? Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH Before reconsidering, this Hell with you It ain't you it's the things you do

One time, yeah, yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One god to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151,