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streets
Parents so distant
They never seemed to notice me
With my criminal mind
Makin plans and touching teeth
Every day in my school
I was fighting

The Chelsea Hotel

Graham Nash

Songs for Survivors

2002

Down at The Chelsea Hotel with poetry and paintings
The walls are still holding memories of people who fell
Down through the years, fighting their

My phone got more verses than the bible
We the new wave, catch our album on tidal
Y'all know the title, Tokyo Rose
Bunch of kids 'round the world

well.
Which only led me to more heartbreak as I though about all the fights
That have been started by two sides and neither one of them was truly wrong

every block
Was knocking Lauryn Hill Album Non Stop
Along with we must not let outsiders violate our block
Wisdom with a splash of sarcasm yo she very

catch on
Keep following your passion yea I know its hard,  
But believing yourself is the part of you that must stay strong
You should know me by now.

Chorus:

As time goes by, will we die alone/
(I don’t wanna die on my own yeah) 

As time goes by, I’m lost and out my zone/ 
(And I’m out my zone)

wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in

Rap with the rock, this the fuck how you do it
Pussy-ass nigga, you going out stupid
We going up and I know that you hate it
After this year, don't

here's the whole structure
20 years ahead of the game we gave props
Still we get the kinda titles you can't pick up at Game Stop
Twitch overrun by -hold it

If there was one message that you wanted to get across with this album the law of diminishing returns what would it be
I've got to think exactly how

They only cost a little and these LPs
Are all the ones I needed from the sixties
With all the psychedelic art on
All the great sleeves
Much cooler

till the cops come! No more skateboarding on these premises!. But my point was what? My point was this: You are fighting. You're a metaphor for art. We

I remember talkin' about you a lot in my previous albums
I was driving the other day by the coast
cnd then this music came on
Like a flasback that

cross by and
The other day I wrote down thoughts of words made no sound the future I've found
Do you want to hear it?
The worst of those feared is

Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in

of the phrase paid dues 
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft 
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you 
Now I ain't

loosely by the music Which my father introduced me
I watched a lot of movies 
And I designed covers for albums
That I made up in my mind 
and sometimes my

of the album you’re listening to
The girl I been talking to most of the year hit my DM bout how embarrassed she was by it and how much her father wouldn’t

Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people

And everyone who tried to give me hell's in paradise now, uh
Best Album, we was the true winners
We had them all sucking up Trash like vacuum cleaners
I put

And reminisced on 90s bliss
I can't resist the art exists
Two parts my heart was torn to bits
What formed a home inside my ribs
Was Kendrick, Em and Pac and Big
So

already know some things
And if your minds diamonds, don't gotta go and show the rings

Almost threw up, all my lyrics deleted
Had albums, had scripts, all

it, then the fans would come
But 'Field Of Dreams' was proven wrong after my first album
Since a yout I've seen the vision of me on the stage
But