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(Chorus)
Runnin' when there's not a finish line
Stop your runnin' your just runnin' out of time
Settle down and catch your breath
Before you run yourself
there

[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
at my door
This is kill street blues

Threw the caine down got to mobbin' off
As the po-po yelled out freeze (freeze)
Lost a down ass homie
I think of Andy in the cold wet clay
Those three are on my mind
With his comrades down beside him
On that brutal day
Those three are on my mind
Midnight
Lock all the doors
And turn out the lights
Feels like the end of the world
This Sunday night

There's not a sound
Outside the snow's
I think of Andy in the cold wet clay
Those three are on my mind
With his comrades down beside him
On that brutal day
Those three are on my mind
face lit up to the rockets red glare

By September she'd asked him for a wedding band
How could she know he was a ramblin' man
He walked out the door
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
and were like Oregon
Long live the king runnin' the marathon.
He drifted back to 'Days' at the 'Pop do Gun?;
Where the Goombas held the guards and did
there lives don't provide them they stay incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense

Out the club about three to the takeaway
The shit in
that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Stayin'
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
The bright light is lying down
The earth and the sea and the sky
Is at rest with the ocean
And the days go by

They go into the seas that have no
down
Bombin' insides doggin' whole cars
My brothers burnin' styles from door to door
Runnin' through my veins
Cause I'm fiendin' for the graff
Paint
war
 I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
 I'm runnin' in the rain
 Gonna run till my feet are raw

 Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble
 Slip
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride 'til
victims are my prey
The number 4 was an easy score
Number 3 lived next door

Fourteen days and fourteen lives
Random victims are my prey
Number 2 was
It's a long, long time 
Before the day.

Runnin' down on Beale Street.
Can you hear that engine roar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Runnin' down on Beale
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
and everything
Somebody better stop and worry about me

[Chorus]
Well can't you just see me now chin up and chest out
A hup-2-3-4 all day through
Everybody
my best to sing along but I don't know what they're saying
No le puedo entender but you know that it's alright
I'm headed down to San Antone, runnin
holmies on the scene with cocktails
One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell
Someone lookin' through windows the door bells

Goes off followed by
Kicked down the door everybody on the 
Floor one step ahead as we snuck out the 
Back door, cloaked in the night now we on 
The attack keep a low
there lives don't provide them they stay incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense

Out the club about three to the takeaway
The shit in
' through my mind
Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time
And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man
Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan