All they found. Was a foot inside a shoe. In a little town in a hotel room. And a pile of ashes on the floor. And a note that read. I can't live to love you anymore.
We are the boys who can turn on the heat. we are the boys and you're under our feet. We've got nothing but the clothes that we wear. We've got that attitude - And we don't care.
The sun is setting and the day is late. As we walk over this wasteland of hate. There's people getting angry in these darkest hours. There's blood on the streets and the streets are ours.
I hope I never see this face again. I hope I never see your face again. . When I walk away, walk away, walk away. . This is the day I pray to see this end.
I've had enough of this. You're all the same to me. I want to be alone. Eat me alive with your sickness. Hypocrisy. Cold the blood that courses through me.
Look into my eyes, say it's alright. But nothing lasts forever I'll rip the nerve from your heart and I refuse. I refuse to live this way. . Eliminate; erase the most beautiful face I've ever seen.
They closed the parkway late last night. And as I sat with the echoes of lies that I told. I felt young never change my crooked heart. So put your shotgun back in the glove.
I tell you the place in my dreams. Always blessed, always scream. To follow the strangest road. That seems indoor. And what you want me to love you?. I will bleed when you want me to bleed.
Right from the start I knew. You'd set a fire in me. And I'd rather be sad with you. Than anywhere away from you. And hey. I can't believe I captured your heart.
I only regret chances I did not take. And decisions that I waited too long to make. There comes a time when you just realise. Who and what really matters to you in this life.
I'm gonna get out if it's the last thing that I do. And in my heart my fifteen minutes are burned through. . I won't come back. To fall off track. The way that I survived.
COME ON!. . I am the innocent. I am what could have been. The dreams you talk about. Now left on broken skin. Here lies hysteria. A land where chaos reigns.
You kissed the lips of evil,. Two months is all the same.. I begged for the mans approval,. Pray to die in vain.. . Sit down with thoughts alone now,.
We're faithful. Broken promise of the lies. The virtues beaten down. Into your empty eyes. A saint is not a weapon. It's a message, a message. A sermon of shame.
Now our lives have changed, I wish that I could heal. Time has taken love, a darker side revealed. For every lie begins, with what we used to feel. . Blaming myself, tied to these chains, living in pain.
The gates of heaven were locked shut. The pits of hell they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here. Yeah. They might call me a sinner. A walking flame from the fire that burns.
Oh o-oh, Wake up!. Oh o-oh, Wake up!. . All we know is time. That's slipping from our lives. A world that kept the truth. Hidden in the lies. . Standing on the stage.
PRhyme! Adrian Younge, Royce Da 5'9", DJ Premier. This song here was originally supposed to be done with my man Black Thought. Unfortunately, we lost a great man: Mr. Richard Nichols; R.I.P. To the legendary Roots crew, hold your head. We all continue on, that's how life's supposed to be, and that's how we treat life. So, one day, Riq gave me a call; he said "Yo, that joint you did with Common, y'all wanna do a remix of that?" By the way, shout out to Common. Congratulations on the Oscar, my nigga. John Legend, big up. Word, I said, "yeah, yeah, when y'all wanna do that?" He said, "yo, I'll come over right now". Oh, yeah? Well, step inside the booth. Yo, Riq, it's go time. Wishin': Part II.
I've got a Trans Am in primered paint,. Nobody taught me I was born this way,. No silver spoon to feed a 401k. On Bourbon Street the girls they scream.
Lights out on 42nd street in New York City. The Ohio's runnin' backwards down in Louisville, Kentucky. There's a fire on the plains of Kansas City, Kansas.