Were you there? The sky is falling on me As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?

Mama they try and break me Mama they try Can't you hear your babies crying? Mama, they try and break me. The window burns to light the way back home A light that warms no matter where they've gone. They're off to find the hero of the day But what if they

Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And everything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind. When everything

You don't have to be afraid to put your dream in action When it turns out right 'Cause you know that if you live in your imagination Tomorrow you'll be everybody's fascination In my victory just remember me When I make it shine Your never gonna fade

Running under cover of the moonlight Shadow death row. At the night we're Running wild with no hope for tomorrow No tomorrow As we're walking through the fire, That burns within us all. If ya want to take A glance to the blaze of pain, you'll never Be

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the

What got us here won't get us there We are found in far away places when all seems lost These windy streets tell of a different time It's time for the upright to have insight Don't forget what's important in life This place is like a cage that will

You gotta get up and try, and try, and try Gotta get up and try, and try, and try Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned But just because it burns, doesn't mean you're gonna die Ever wonder

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born

Everytime I get high, I just think about you Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn See ya, see you Na na na na na na, na Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns (Who you gettin' at, Nicki?) Watch them cunts learn Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn I move keys,