[Funkmaster Flex]. Oh shit, shoutout to fucking Queens baby. (To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers). . [DMX]. All my niggas get down like what.
My flight-ticket says Tampa Im coming over was the message That I sent her 12 hour horror flight Still in a good temper till I saw the immigration queue of Atlanta.
Watch somebody fall from grace. When there's nobody there to take their place. You can't help but feel alone. You left guilt in your own device. There was no one there to tell you to think twice.
Lights on Lights out A message going out No acknowledgement of receipt We walk We talk A heart painted with chalk On a rainy night in your street Its getting cold under your window And Im still waiting for a sign Oh yeah.
[Funkmaster Flex]. Oh shit, shoutout to fucking Queens baby. (To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers). . [DMX]. All my niggas get down like what.
I just want to thank You Jesus. I just want to thank You Lord. . Lord, You were there when I was young. Watching me play, watching me run. Lord, You were there the first day of school.
Living in this world. My life is faced with misery. Cause I have been living so siningly. . Don't try saving me. It's a little too late. It was always meant to be.
They say, these people came to take me home. But where is home and why did I have to leave at all?. Like in a snapshot I could realize. They look so pitiful but also terrorized.
Fountains and fluorescent lights, the season has come. The snowbirds have crowded the nights. The townies are tired of beaches and bars, being packed so tight.
[Funkmaster Flex]. Hold up, shut this shit down. It's goin down baby, Funk Flex. We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee. cause you know how the fuck I get down!.
Once again I look upon the cross where You died. Im humbled by Your mercy and Im broken inside. Once again I thank You, once again I pour out my life.
If there's one thing, if there's one thing that I know. New questions follow questions, that I know.. A solution is a disguise to a quandary and a key.
hey, look at me. here I sit at my window. and I wait for your call. it's getting late my love. the moment you took that airplane. and you left the city.
A yo, a yo, a yo, a yo,. I rock short sleeve shirts and long sleeve shirts. Your freestyle's hot though your songs need work.. Ya shit stay in the hood while my songs leave earth.
Chorus:. Why are you leaving me. Why can't you see me too,. Why's it just have to be. I'm in a downfall. . What's did I do wrong. Why are you ignoring me.
Oh yeah. Alright. . Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox. Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills. Guess I'll just close my eyes. Oh yeah, alright, feels good inside.
There is this emptyness I carry around with me. Just like a hole that you will never see. I wander in the sun but it's cold inside of me. I'm a monkey in the zoo but someone cut my tree.
You'd trade our starving eyes. For a tar and feathered heart. A 25 cent execution. To hear your anthem praises. Played on frequency decayed. A breath of frigid self-made winter.
Keep your mouth shut. Don't say a word. You're being absurd. Someone shouted from the back. Smack, I heard a crack. Of a hand on his back. He started to cry.
It's a sunny afternoon. I try to write a song. A little bit of this. And a little bit of that. . On tape before it's gone. It sounds a bit like R.E.M..