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much it's hard to tell 
Far below the citadel 
The house of cards 

Hearts a foolish thing to sell 
Invites such evil into dwell 
Makes the mind a prison

I'm underwater
I'm drowning 
Everybody else on party
And I am alone
I'm underwater
It's hard for Breathing 
Tell me what u thinking
Why u left me

of a god, that y'all rather regard well 
You dying on the cross, you can't guard well
Supply water from the longest well 
My-my-my my aura ain't hard to tell

(Aye)
And now we phase Thru time (Aye)
Go hard until I die
(Aye)
You fail to understand my moves (Aye)
Cause you don’t have my mind
(Nah)
You can tell

So many thoughts stuck in my head
Nowhere to run so I wait instead
Your voice I can hear it trembles my name

(I've been waiting. Waiting)

I've been

Everyday terrorized by dutty landlord

Chorus:
Tenement yaad, inna Kingston
Let me tell you bout the life that I live
Tenement yaad, inna Jamdung

lies
Cause there's peace behind that open door to find

Open up your eyes
And see the truth in side
It's not so hard if you try

The noise of a city can

on
Or is it better just to wait?

I don't wanna decide
My decisions are not right 
I don't wanna decide
My decisions are not right

As time goes by
Still

And know this world is hard and it can quickly pass you by
I'm breaking free
Do you know that I'm not losing for another time?
I'm gonna be the one you know

hard to believe fifty years have gone by
Now and then my grandkids ask me why
I'm always walking around with a smile on my face
I just have to laugh

motherfucker and we’re standing by your side. 
We been partners in crime. Keep that promise to you ‘till the day that I die. 

Didn’t know how hard this would

has gone by
Can you tell now it ain't hurting?
I was your savior
A few years ago
But now we're neighbors
And that's all
That's all

Make my bed
Late nights
Daylight 
Need my Shades
I live by the schedule in my phone
Tells me to show up 
And to go home

PRE- CHORUS 
These days don't

mind
It change her ways
She start drink she start smoke
She roam the street at night
Doing all kind of funny things that ant right
Let me tell you about

Yo its Benji and Navel up in the studio 
Dont tip my last domino when I bump ssssudio 
Inspector Clousseau with the stereo like thor with a hammer

the trap
It's time to tell a tale
Under the eternal tempest's hail

And as the light dissolves
Days retract, howl at your back
Canines travel in packs
This

Yo its Benji and Navel up in the studio 
Dont tip my last domino when I bump ssssudio 
Inspector Clousseau with the stereo like thor with a hammer

of God I Don't fear man
Looked at Satan and he ran 
Tell the rap game I'm here man
Live by faith no clear plan 

God almighty got me in His hands got me

Waiting For the	Good Old Days Again		

© 2020	Words and Music by Grant Maloy Smith	

I've been down but not this far
I can't find my good luck star

knowledge is subliminal
Survival of the fittest boy don't let the city finish you
Losing your peripheral, its hard to see the bigger view
Blinded by

magnet
And I will sing to you like a tone deaf prophet
Similes in stupid songs 
Are hard to use

But I'll keep writing notes; tell you how I'm feeling

Look at you, you try to score by singing for me 
Look at you, a closet case and you're hella horny 
Well I am here to tell you that I'm flattered

words of mystery
Not a man for low cars
Off-green van for Mudshark
Hard-sell Zappa schooled promoter

He smiles and tell them

We were all born alive,

take
You left me so mentally drained
But I wanted to save you
And I tried to hard to get by
With the little that was left of my mind
I gave so much