Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

Will I ever love again Wonder if I ever, will I ever love again I wonder if you ever wanna see me now Come sweetly Stop me through the shadow of an open door Breathe quietly now Take us through the helplessness of it all And I wonder as I watch you slip

I don't mind Through the window into my life There's this vine trying to climb There's this wine trying to find It's way from the bottle into my mind There's a black hole pulling me in I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins I stole my soul from

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

You wanna know me like waves know shores And I waited some, and I waited some I'm waiting to see who's mind of gold Message after message Through your broken turn I hear someone Who hasn't found what changes them Like I know my own self's goals Like I

And you can see my heart, beating, I know that I must pass this test So just pull the trigger (trigger, trigger, trigger) Now you can see it through my chest Take a breath, take it deep Calm yourself, he says to me If you play, you play the key Take the

Fall into the dark side Let go of the light Take me through the night We don't need the light We'll live on the dark side I see it, let's feel it While we're still young and fearless Give into the dark side We're not in love

You say you got 'em guns, but I've never seen you bang You say you get 'em drugs, but I've never seen you sling You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah Yeah, live through the

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, wipe the blood off of my face I can't see through it anymore I need someone to talk to in a new hiding place Feel like I´m looking at heaven´s door Mama I can hear that thunder roar Echoing down from god´s

And when I'm hanging by a string, Every little thing Is understood Stronger than steel and wood. Seen me through the bad and good. Between Martin and me. He was born in the woods Torn from his home. Well, he was naked,