Lyrics:
that God's there for them
This is how the world will
Know that you're His
And by the way that you will love and forgive
I'm strong and I feel weak
I
days off
Lottery ticket, I can't wait for the day when I make it
I'ma fight for your spot I'ma take it
Tunnel vision on me and its vivid
From the city
There’s a train
Rumbling by
Rolling through the Bronx
In the heat of the summertime
Fire hydrant down on the corner
You know the one right in front
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
hurt
Give me pause, but still I-
"Die by the fire", screams the neighborhood
My feet don't know hope, tip toe on creaking wood
"Die by the fire", demons
I be 'bout my business like I'm in a suit and tie
But when I'm by myself I roll it up and blaze that fire
I'm blessed and I ain't never stressed
ain't no stopping me
Reppin' my city, keepin' it comin
They know the name, without trouble, I'm popping
Got tunnel vision, call me a prophet
All eyes
to ask you a few
questions, Ma'am. I understand you were almost devoured by the Ma'am. Is
that right, dragon?
Maiden: It was terrible. He breathed
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by
hometown. At least I always had New York.
I grew up in the shadows of the Twin Towers, the neighborhood where I grew up in, Battery Park, felt like
Enlighten my spirit with fire
Yeshua
All I really want is your desire
Gotta walk by faith no not by sight
I'm gonna lead them to the water
If I keep my
green
Yeah! I'm from the underground
Poppin' up in green tunnels now
Cock it back and I rock
And got enough rocket power to burn it down
I create the code
the clouds
In a fight with a spider's web
Tunnels in the ground
Winding to China
To the mist of the distant shore
Better be home by suppertime
Back through
silent how perfectly strange
A girl could be called by so many names
And not one be the one she was given
What do you see in the fire?
I see myself in
'm thinkin' drive by
I'm thinkin' drive by, yeah
I'm thinkin' fireflies, yeah
I'm thinkin' dragons, your nigga head on fire
Hot head, yeah, gassin',
apartment like "Yeah!"
Fall when I hit the target like "Yeah!"
Y'know how it be, yo!
Rep that hood, Clint Easthood
Neighborhoods never sleep good, I make it
Make a joke cause I loath
All you niggas
And I had sex with a witch
Yeah I loved her
She wanted me to keep fucking
Her mouth was built like a tunnel
My
sound like the arcade
I wonder if life's a game when I play it
Like what happens if I toss it off the roof?
Clip out-of-bounds? Then poof, back in
the video killed the arcade star
the DVD killed the VCR
and the hologram killed the cinema
where life is a miracle
it's a miracle yeah
I'm sitting by myself
don't know the whole fire
In the dark, shoot sparks like rim with no tire
I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by ya
They known to spit
the gravel road
Me myself
All alone
Then I can tell from your neighborhood
That you’ve been gone
For a while
Throw away all my desires
I watched the fire
that
so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades
Bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades
Bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
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