Lyrics:
and I'll still be by your side
Only you wield the light, that's faded from my eyes
But you bring the child in me back to life
Oh
memory any room
But every time I do
Just when I think I can
Take another's hand
Get on with my life
Won't look back again
Promise I won't keep
Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly
Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I
don't exist
So many names don't exist
Welcome to Inglewood
And the trauma came with the rent
Only worldly possession I have is life
Only room that I
in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
As just a man
Because I love you- ooh, ooh
Because I love you
Because I love you- ooh, ooh
Dinners by myself - no watering the lawn
Everywhere you run - life moves
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently servin'
I've been treating this part of
Life like a dance floor
Side stepping all the things
I've made plans for
And I ain't acting when I'm
Taking
are kids where I used to hang out
They're all different too
Amy Avenue is looking like a dream
You're in my mind but you have changed
The past seems
mark just to VISIT Matt Life in the clink (/JAIL)
I'm bagged for stolen minks and snatchin links
[ Phantasm ]
At ST. CHARLES PLACE
Let me check Digga
and they (?) aware
And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer
Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit
I paid
Life is so unfair
Why can't I be happy everywhere
Oh I saw the signs they said beware
But I just pass them by cause I'm not scared
Chillin' in my
Were all are a collective
Each with their own perspective
No one has life perfected
Doesn't mean humanity's defective
We keep ourselves alive,
my life I try to stand by
Yuh, yuh I stay high boy you know I stay high
I ain't that other guy always gotta stay fly
All black fitted up, how I feel
"Life is always on the edge of death
Narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues
And a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming
Driving down an avenue
Lost control now gone too soon
But the problem still remains
I've become acquaint with death
I'm surrounded by it's friends
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
(ian hunter/darrel bath)
(transcribed by colin ford)
On the avenue of dead umbrellas
In a place where nothin' sleeps
No one's pickin' up the pieces
life with infamy
But I don't call it
I don't solve it
I dissolve it
Famously
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
left on me.
My purpose in life, is it unfair to assume I have one?
I'm not fooling myself, what now awaits is a nightmarish end.
A babbitt met a bromide on the avenue one day,
And held a conversation in their own peculiar way;
They both were solid citizens, they both had
Where's that girl, the one you miss
Those ooh la la la girls in their skirts they go rushing by
They look around and give you that come on
With their
Blinded by traffic lights
Skys’ turnin’ golden to blue
Streets’ gettin’ back to life
Can’t wait ‘til I’m up to you
Now you run into my arms, as we
the rising sun
Oh the avenue of sinners, I have been employed
Working there 'til I was near destroyed
I was almost a statistic inside a doctor's case
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