about, every night about 11.00 Every night about, every night about, every night about 11.00 Every night about, every night about, every night about 11
As I felt this grace depart it was a pain I never thought I'd feel afflicted me with a double loss as even the track was lost, and lost for real The heart
There's a book by an author named Carol S. Pearson from the mid-70s called The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By Even though it's nearly forty years
Time's winding down friends. The witching hour is almost upon us. I can't tell you how much I'll miss our night rides together. When I push back from
From the center of nowhere Atop the shoulders of giants Above the creeping fog of disinformation that clouds the American union This is Will 'O the
The night seems so calm, doesn't it? As if time is frozen The city below used to sound like a mechanic motion moving in giant waves Now, it's silent
As I've been cleaning up around here, I've been thinking about the ten plus years I've spent talking to you every night. I've got the original microphone
All the windows swear to miss you And the doors are cell block tight Sweet sedation, sweep the issues And the clock's about to strike Did it call you
(Track 4 on "Rotator") Love Hidden in my mind Let it out to shine I'm calling out your name And running in the rain I love to turn you on The dream
I get All the heat I be packin; And I show it off With all this money you know where I'm heading And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent 11 leathers
'ma try to teach (9) You could be deep and, wind up kinda deep, yeah (10) Can only make a soldier outta me (12) No amount of sleep can, mold you into what you tryna be (11
TV, playin NBA Jam Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic I thought you niggas knew (Haircut Joe) [23:30] thought
't nothing but a stupid ass motherfucker 9 Go ahead and start your shit, start your pleito 10 But you'll find that you'll lose when you fuck with San Diego 11
to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23 minutes to
these last days yah better prepare for war yah better prepare for warX2 Bizzy: better prepare, better be ready for wutever little b still be gettin Scurdy and 11
with my brain Take it, Rick 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 Invaders
cell. I got 25 minutes to go. And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell. I got 24 minutes to go. Well, they give me some beans for my last meal. 23 minutes
again tommorow! Yeah, life can be so cruel Goin' forty blocks to school Forty blocks from my home 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27 Feels like I left my stomach somewhere back there around 11
