Let me take you there Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars fill my dream I'm a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and

There's something inside me You all stare, but you'll never see I can't die Have you ever seen God? Hands on my face overbearing I can't get out Hands on my face overbearing I can't There's something in you I despise Maze, psychopathic daze, I create

We all have a hunger We all have a hunger (we all have a hunger) Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me Don't let it get you down, you're the best thing I've seen We never found the answer

I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings Have you ever seen a MAC-11? New TEC-9 with the extension Mayday, man down, call the reverend Niggas in Missou ain't changed Make ya have to let loose

But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon It's nothing that I haven't seen before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest

Fuck it, we ball RIP Dex Osama All the fallen soldiers Scooter, Truce When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker

Nah nah nah I haven't seen you in ages Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are For me you'll always be eighteen And beautiful and dancing away with my heart I finally asked you to dance on the last slow song Beneath that moon that was really a

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph

I need something to fly (something to fly) I need something to breathe (something to breathe) Oh, oh, oh, oh I will try not to breathe I will try not to worry you I have seen things that you will never see Leave it to memory me Over my grave again (you

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and