It's right in front of me The throne of maladies Your malignancy They say I ain't bad I'm the best that I've had And I know it ain't right But I'll fight my whole life The prophecy will be realized Lord of the near and the nigh

Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah) I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah) You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah) Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for ya baby But you won't do the same Gave you all I had

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

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

Please patience please patience please Im creating a dream Imagine every where was free to roam Imagine if the trees could tell us where to go Imagine that the sun could fill each lonely heart Imagine confrontation never got a start Imagine things will

Runnin' I ain't running, I ain't running away Ready to face all that's in front of me now, Runnin' I ain't running away 'Cause I'm so tired of running I keep my head up, with my feet on the ground, From the bottom so up is the only place that I'm going,

He was a railroad man 'Til he stepped in front of the railroad train And Bangor when he went to Maine He rode across the plains The hauled bananas to Savannah And a railroad man You know, his name was Tex when he's in Texas Oh, a railroad man Oh,

Tryin' to get it wrong No need to put a front No need to lay it on Say people are too hard, tryin' to get it He who got the money, man Don't make you anyone People are too hard, tryin' to get it It don't make you anyone, now Don't care 'bout what you do

I was born to run Born to run There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I was young I was a hell of a man My father died when I was ten I hit the road to find a job Had to feed my family

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December