crossed starvation's desert Watched dead rivers swell with rain The song of insects filled the air Nights and cities of despair A killer sun sets sunday
miles down the road And he put a gun to her head Raped her of all that she ever had Rebecca was found, she was dead Anybody, has anybody seen my little
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin' at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys Hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
south side of the city Read the sign it says 'Town of no pity' First grade was vague Eighth grade bounce to the east side (From Negros to essays) Scuffle from Sunday
city Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the mornin' comes And there's mothers crying all over the world For their poor dead
- Pretty good for a while - Shared a mutual - Interest in crime - The odds were - Looking fine at the time - Turning tricks - In most eastern cities -
you be forgettin cut out your never next with the stylish jack leave ur ass for dead cause you be fuckin faggots BITCH picture this superbowl sunday,
I'm just a big bang baller on a budget Dank weed, smokin' like 'fuck it' City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky Horseshoes and rabbit
the head Look into the eyes, the eyes of eachother Just press that trigger and you're dead Six years would pass, a Sunday came Sun bleached skulls laid
was acting fool, shorty You know, Cam, Chip, Zae, bought these seagulls wit me Quincy, Langston, Ron, and Shondre was wit me Please believe, college park, back jumping, mayne Sunday
you off your cloud But I'm more than just a little curious How you're planning to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead Recall the deeds
soap box like a fool Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed With his eye all red, with the wine in his head Wishing he was dead when he oughta be Heading
called 'The TV generation', "Well all you guys do is watch TV" What did you expect? We watched lee harvey oswald get shot Live on tv one Sunday morning
evenin' 'Til there were no more city lights Those broken lines were gettin' blurry through my windscreen Well I guess I drove all night Then Sunday mornin' found me rollin' into sunrise With my fuel gauge dead
& marty wilde This is your town, this is my place This is where my whole world is lived in Nothing much, and just out of reach of all the city lights
the ferry After getting up at seven To come over to an island In the middle of a river Half an hour from the city On a Sunday On a Sunday in the park
. [[George]] Taking the day on Sunday, Now that the dreary week is dead. Getting away on Sunday Brightens the dreary week ahead. Everyone's on display on Sunday
Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the morning comes And there's mothers crying all over this world For their poor dead