Lyrics:
a rich man
You could be a person living on the street
But if you give but only words to lift someone higher
Then a heart of gold is what you will be
I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
a person living on the street
But if you give but only words to lift someone higher
Then a heart of gold is what you will be
What's that force behind
must be heard
Cause the preacher tells visions he sees.
Listen to these words I preach
Catastrophic lessons they shall teach
Listen to these
I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under
the black sheep
Known on black streets, no dig
A beautiful Chicago kid that won't renege
I might zag zig ya life adlib
To find my voice, good city, mad
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
I went out walking through the streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
the truth must be heard
'Cause the preacher tells visions he sees.
Listen to these words I preach
Catastrophic lessons they shall teach
Listen
preach for the light
The light shows the way
Don't ever trust what the government say
We never walked on the moon
Elvis ain't dead
You ain't going
sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else
I close my eyes
And think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is?
You never miss
diamonds, tennis chain 'round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin' behind me 'cuz in my city it's smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else
I close my eyes
And think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is?
You never miss
of this fact I am sure,
stupidity defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so heed these words of warning
before it is too late,
to preach the 'New
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
Where's my savior why temples of gold?
Phonies with fake words to control your soul
With holy words they preach and they sway
A twisted gospel
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
I have my mother's dreams
I have my father's eyes
You can't take that from me
Just go ahead and try
The crescent city sleeps
While giants in the sky
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Days of gold
Days days of gold
Ohhhhh
Feel this heat
While the city
I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the .45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything
City
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