Lyrics:
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
to the e-way
Or drive to Eastlake park by way of first avenue
Keep straight or go right
I chose to go straight
Go down by the lake
No traffic in sight
No cars
One shot, in an early morning drive-by
That one shot silenced everybody's lifeline
Shooter gets locked away, we say bye-bye
Dead body, just
(where they at?)
Pussy boy, you don't get no rep off doin' drive-by's (facts)
Ace from the west, how he clicked up with the east side? (How?)
He ain't
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
I been waiting to leave this town
Stop living in my dreams
Oh no, I won't go
Police come around I lay low
Dead sunflowers in the snow
I hear
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
Presley to Parkway Drive
With heavy breakdowns and gospel choirs
My tastes are a little bit complicated
I go with the flow but I'm just a bit jaded
Get
Yeah
I go by the name
JAM : ALI
They Know They Want They Shit Though
Go to Hit em with that shit bro
Why do we drive on the parkway
Park in
It's there right beside me shape of a lie
Tied in a dream, hiding so safely
If only one knew how to seal up
A million vessels once drained by you
I seen it it was in my sleep is she a nightmare is she a dream
It's hard to wake up wish I could see ya I bump nirvana
Drive through nevada with
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
to drive home
I was never able to drive home
That's right
And I had some of my dreams, too
The first hundred years, I couldn't drive home
I was already dead
was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
And keep on believing
Someday we'll go outside & drive
Gonna go outside & drive...
Now weeks have gone by and my room's not done
In fact I could say
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by
slightly crushing my hand
Don't look up!
Or you'll be blinded by the light
Child you've been told to sell the saints for the dead the saints for the dead
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