be the end The end of an endless road Take the dark away The road to take myself home Face the longest day Face the longest... Face the longest day
s pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Gold rope wearer, neighborhood terror Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her Got a light sunburn from
as I bring anger And release more danger from my chamber The evil in my blood is possessed So I creep low from the back slow and push lead through that
can breathe on/ Put your lighters in the air and make sure that his not forgotten cause the love from the heart is a wonderful start and heal up the pain
I was born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit, I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick
the pain for the pleasure. Pleasure. It's been too long, come let me hold you. Temptation's strong, it's what we go through, Alas the storm, a new day is born
all niggaz best to be go-one! Left his head to be lo-long from the first day I was born Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like Y'all motherfuckers ain
We all born to die, some of us born to kill If that don't wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will [Yelawolf: Verse 3] Never I thought I'd see the day
day all alone Going through ages and ages, places and spaces With never finding that someone to call your own Like a treasure chest of dreams long forgotten
Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been
so you know they aint gone like, how we did it its that boys B-day, I came what play gots to sip that Tangarey, Ima stay fool from tha Southside, we dont
explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
s loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pain, pain, pain
in all directions From the color of the faces in Sunday songs To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on Once upon a time in this country, long
'd rather blast back I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack And I came up a long way from food stamps And takin' shit from the low-life
woman is deafening When I awake, I'm remembering The explosions of pain and dismembering Then one day a vision forms Inside my mind a dream was born
is deafening When I awake, I'm remembering The explosions of pain and dismembering Then one day a vision forms Inside my mind a dream was born I
don't know when We'll get together then, you know we'll have a good time then [DMC] 1964, uhh! Here we go, aiyyo The child was born it was a beautiful day
