To be where once they met. One who comes to lay the past to rest inside. One who can't forget. Yesterday the heroes of the hour. Who survived those who fought and lost.
I may be wrong. But the miracle that I prayed for is here,. Could be illusion, maybe some trickery,. I don't know why. I'm scoring the angels,. Counting all the thousand days,.
Singing praises was never a feature. Encouraged in me or my kind.. Every time they remain with my hand to my mouth,. The crowded borders leave me colour-blind;.
Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown,. I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone;. I give in to the weight of the kick,. So weary of waiting and hoping for this,.
Across the plateau no clouds storm the sky,. Above the riverbed the world's run dry,. I beat the air, for those who hear,. And through the night my call goes out unheard,.
Stop your tears from hiding,. See them mesmerise your skin,. It's all that I can do to keep away from going in,. I fed the ghost of plenty as the perfume turned to grey,.
If I won't live a lie it's in my self defence. That I remember hiding then. If I'm eroding all the innocence. Am I running rigid once again?. . And he won't hear me now in the darkest hour.
Tell a paigon try see my dargs dem ride. Someone tell me why they wanna take my life. Cus I got things on things in the back of the whip an. On a opp block we gon take a trip an.
Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother. Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man. But I don't know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?.
Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin ass. In any form, or matter, or mass. (This ain't science class) I know but it's science. From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance.
I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus. And I'm shackled down. Myself that's who I trust. The minute I arrived. Some sucker got hit. Shanked ten times. Behind some bullshit.
I-C-E B-E-R-G. What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?. Time to bleed, slaughter, slice. Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice.
[ CHORUS ]. The fast lane, half heart, half money. Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny. Raise the risk, raise the profit. And can't nobody stop it.
[ CHORUS ]. The fast lane, half heart, half money. Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny. Raise the risk, raise the profit. And can't nobody stop it.
Yo! I met this girl the other night. Hype super-dope body and face, her mini-skirt tight. Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips. Had to cross my legs just to look at her tits.
You know the houe down the street. Where the kids are. and every day. They seem to have a new scar. Something strange is going on. And everybody knows.
Verse 1. (Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to. the head. Street violence is at an all time high). . No jokin' I'm sleepin' with my eyes open.
I was born in new jersey, I said it before. But I guess nobody heard me. My mother died young. No sistas or brothas, I was the only son. When I was twelve my pops died too.
He yo, Ice. This guy here say he wants to get in, man. You're sure homeboy's ready?. Yo Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man. Yo, kid you're sure you want to be down with this, right?.