Out of the ruins, out from the wreckage. Can't make the same mistake this time. We are the children, the last generation. We are the ones they left behind.
[Verse: 1 - KCarter]. Rollin and smoking that dro, long as Pinocchio's nose. That's just the way that it goes with that money to blow. Banging Wiz on my Bose and I'm not leaving home.
Too late. for love. oh baby, baby. desire. and love. again. . We're too late. for love. let's light fire. desire. and love. again. . We're too late. too late (3).
Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days when I ain't got shit. But now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shit. But it's all good watch me do this shit.
{Noreaga}. Yo I be doin this shit, since a little juvenile. Niggas know my style hurt like it's root canal. It's like a little tooth, when it first grows in.
Overlaping eachother: [ Noreage & Missy Talking]. (Missy). You know what. (Noreaga). Use Real words, we got Missy wit us too today. (Missy). I think a lot of ya'll got it all wrong know what I'm sayin.
Intro. N. -is for that nigga, who keeps banging.... banging. O. -is for outstanding everyday....... everyday. R. -is for ridiculous crazy....... so crazy.
We are gathered in cathedrals on a Sunday. We are shrouded in our pride and lust's despair. We have heard that You said, "Go to where your hearts once were".
I'm sorry that I'm not what you expected. (it never works out). Need I ignore you now (NO..). I can't live facing these regrets. I won't live without them (it never works out).
Where am i now?. Can i progress to anything?. Things just won't fall in my lap. and it doesn't seem to matter. how much I want.. 'cause I can't be satisfied,.
Finally, the way i carry myself comes naturally. but i don't understand how i can change. when you're around me something's wrong. release this vice, 'cause i'm frustrated and...
When Debbie's back from Texas. This is the last place he'll be leaving. He'll cross the courtyard. Smilingly open the gate. When Debbie's back from Texas.
When I met him on a sidewalk. He was preaching to a mailbox. Down on 16th Avenue. And he told me he was Jesus. Sent from Jupiter to free us. With a bottle of tequila and one shoe.
We rode into town the other day. Just me and my Daddy. He said I'd finally reached that age. And I could ride next to him on a horse. That of course was not quite as wide.
I was certain that I knew You. At the tender age of twelve. You'd so often been described by those. Who said they knew You well. Dark and rugged in Your thirties.
What if you're right?. And he was just another nice guy. What if you're right?. What if it's true?. They say the cross will only make a fool of you. And what if it's true?.
So I hear you trying to holla huh?. But there's a little something in-between us. Come here let me show you how to go about it check it out. . Verse 1.
writers' block,. I can't start.. what do I say at the end of another day.. it's not okay.. another 14 hours and I've got nothing to say.. do you ( do I ) really want to live this way?.
I remember everything you said to me,. I remember every laugh you laughed at me,. I remember how you used to look at me,. I remember everything you did to me,.
I'm doing alright with my convictions.. You're like everyone.... You climbed a bone ladder to the top.. How are you?. What if you are everyone?. Can't see the sun, can't feel the rain..