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Raise you banners raise them high in your homeland hear the cry
From the battle turn home back to England to claim your throne
Six white horses you
Raise your banners, raise them high
In your homeland hear the cry
From the battle, turn to home
Back to England to claim your throne

Six white
crime?
Well he lives by that memory and falls from his mind
And you know it's a lion's heart
That will tumble and tear apart
When he's coming down
Lions, tigers, minks crocs and gators for my shoes
Monkey nigga's in my hood I'm living in the zoo
Birds in the living room and the kitchen too
I'm
She lived by a window, disconnected eyes
Holy book beside her, waiting for sign
Crucifix pressed tightly to her silent heart
Streets of gold
Gonna put this world back together again
Gonna put this world back together

On a great white horse the King will come riding
He's the One they call
my mom's vaginal
Cavity, now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks
Had to watch my back in the New York streets
Fly, like an aeroplane, more powerful
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
quarterback snap
We in the club and my niggas don't know how to act
White tees, Levi's and a snap back
Niggas hatin' in the club, better stop that
So much
she's drifting like a
Satellite. There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze, laughter down on Elizabeth Street
And a lonesome bell tone in
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night
on
For, oh, I don't know how long

One day I turned the corner onto India Street
I must have turned white as a sheet
Three policemen were standing on my
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark
I stand by your side?
We can make it alright

Like home
'Cause I'm home
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark
a crazed lion hung up on being the king of his corner of the cage, backs bent under the wieght of being everything and having nothing, minds too like
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
Well you could almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold dark
Comes around

Lions in the pouring rain
And they're birds in the pouring rain
They hold their cups
Out by the side of the circus tent doors
watch as tears go by 

[Chorus]

So break my heart again baby 
Oh nothin' can save me now 
Put it back together Friday night 
Break my heart again
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom 
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run 
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city

The body of his mother 
Rotting in the summer
come back when the lion sleeps

Struck by lightning, the fire is dying
And she called out your name
Sudden thunder, the sky is crying
Can't tell
begin,
Our helicopters out in the streets
look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in,
'Cause Cashis is live at the scene,
hey Cashis how are you my friend?,