in your eyes to see, blindin' me Light, lovely light, won't you shine in my window Love, precious love, won't you fill every room Been too long on the road
tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been
Put some bass in your voice like you snacked on a drum Watch my fist make a track on your gums {"Put some money on it"} [Jadakiss] Never been wack so
Chorus It's whatever however we say they go. The weather's warm fire hydrant want pave me road. Ease me to whatever front porch we been on onnn. So all
they said it's much too late Oh it's much too late Oh it's much too, much too late Oh it's much too late, how late Very late, too late Now the people
long road Anything worth sumthin izthought of quittin Yea I have But I aint the type to quit I'm from a region That was over looked for too long So my
too long So my struggles that much harder Thank im leavin Boy ya wrong I gotta fan base And I aint even on a Label Im pushin units Makin bread
bass and drums Amen Well I'll never get tired of Jesus But it's been a heavy load Carrying in His precious love Down a long dirt road We're a long way
challenged them like this. The stranger turned to his lady fair A smile played on his lips What's the deal, are they for real they've been taking too
death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix. As if the stone fool might
'm on the road to success, I strive to be the best I never settle for less, if I'm broke I can't rest A hustler in the flesh and I'm smokin' on the best
for too long so my struggle's that much harder thank im leavin boy ya wrong i gotta fanbase and i aint even on a label im pushin units make bread right
, gotta feed my family One deep, I bring the bread in [Hook - 2x] I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters We been down too long, y'
to sleep So we walked around the corner And we found a cheap motel We knew we couldn't afford it But we said, "Oh well" When you've been on the train
yet we court death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix. As if the
form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin
2010, I'm like "oh well" But between now and then, Webby's got records to sell I've been at this rap shit too long, too much practice Hit a lot of road
that teacher shit there's too much cheese to get and if Jesus exists just don't believe in it Eat the bread of wickedness join The Global Satanists
