Empty streets fill my mind Autumn has come to numb me blind The end it reaches out for me My soul still calling to be free I want the energy to breathe
译文: 在门口. 瘢痕.
, when you worth some millions That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's Your can find Joe crack at all type of shit Out at Vegas front
that somethin'? Now ain't that somethin'? Yeah, when the world is at your gate, that won't satiate Why are you cryin' if you offer nothin' at all? Don
haters get tight, when you worth some millions That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's Your can find Joe Crack at all type of Out at
is to smoke you if you get to close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared of my soul Nowadays it's like I'm scared to be known The methods
you're threatening to destroy it By simply standing at the gates And refusing to leave. I can't look at you right now, But you can look at me. Do you
very short cake Estate, behind the gate, NY State, why wait? You tryin' to get paid by the lake In each state and do the shit at high pace Under the
baked I place in right through the heart of a snake Sceam at mapps, take what we can take Til the day we die, meet the pearly gates Golden Arms going
whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers So if you up for some stitches, then I'm down for some scars Down to make 'em get down, stop playin
Makin pop beats, so keep it street [chubb rock] Block party, nineteen-eighty-one People havin fun, no one with a gun No ducats, you pay nothin at the gate
in here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, I don't fake Tell the judge I'll be rhyming at his wake I'm free
ma clock some cash Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street There'll be trouble when they see me Them bitches is foul, take a look at the
dreams and the free ride of grace But it all disappears and then I wake up Was it too late? Was it just your fate? There's a demon that waits at the garden gate
stop torturin' me, tell me What you're gonna do, what you gonna do Yeah, I've been through the wars, up in that jail What you got to do is look at the scars
or mishappens nigga We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin, love to spark the place Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their
