Lyrics:
disclose their identity
Is either you in game or out the game
That's the rule, that's the rules given
Rules and regulations never meant to be broken
3pm, one afternoon, not much witness
Gun down by a bullet, that wasn't
Meant for him, this world is so insane
I have to live my life, everyday looking
David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea
Steak and kidney, then with
It's not coming back oh no no no
Now forever doesn't live here anymore
Remember when we all lived in that studio by the bay
Head to head and face
wander off through the dead of night
Past terrors and broken homes
Wipe the sleep from under your eyes
Of riverbanks and catacombs
Sleep into the bee
Heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty life you know it
We both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house is
Now it is a broken home
As you can see
It's a broken family
Broken family
Looking for the missing link
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Before I start make sure my mic's checked
Fresh pair Air Nike's where I step
Get live and stay fresh to death
I think I'm finished with my warm up
Jones, he passed away, of a broken heart
And just plain unhappiness.
CHORUS
(It's too late, he's goin' home)
Come and get me Mr. jones
(It's too late,
you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave
Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run
Were we broken by the waters, did I
me grumpy
Papa always got me through by showing that he loves me
Steady working everyday to see we don't go hungry
Lion of the household making sure
the harbor
Mama come to papa, don't it feel at home here?
All the comforts of it, you ain't got a care
Don't love me wit your heart, love me from a far
Now
we could take
I got too high and now I live to regret my mistakes
(I'm sorry)
(One more time)
All these nights of sitting by the phone
Are torturous
eternal home
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love
The watchman, he lay dreaming
against this dunya for that Jannah
Lord I'm broken
I'm tryna find my way back home
I'm scared 'cause I feel all alone
When I look up Lord I have done so
go
So Jon and Jen and Jane were on the streets without a home
Abandoned by the ones supposed to love and keep them warm
Then a voice fell on their
these rappers gay suckin dick for energy
Fya fi dat cuh me nah inna sodomy
Negus gettin buck broken by the industry
A black woman the only energy for me
Straight from the jump ima say I'm in love
I don't wanna live wanna die by your touch
Feel on my skin and my face gets a blush
I don't wanna take it
young nigga that I know is homie-furall
The game wont change me, but these streets made me
Papa wasn't home so these killas fuckin' raised me
Uggggh
about how you never want to live without
This broken boy who keeps on trying to forget
Looks a lot like home, A better place to be
A terrifying
America is my home. I live in a border city
Daygo to the bone west side on my mind
Refugees by the phone waiting for that call
Broken Mothers in a zone
of grass?
Flashback to our troubled youth
The boys in the corner eating tins of soup
An angry man haunted by his youth
A broken home broken by his boot
Do
Then you live in my home
Them other bitches get the fuck out
They ain't gonna get a ring but you in luck now
You really tryna take this L and smoke
it on in to the beauty of the mystery
One big mob is home
One big mob is home a broken home
I'd like to share some air with you some air with you
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