They cried from the gallery, From the back of the room The people in the cheap seats didn't have the clearest view But they all cried when the music died
They cried from the gallery, From the back of the room The people in the cheap seats didn't have the clearest view But they all cried when the music
There's something wrong somewhere here So through unclean streets I made my way With holes in my shoes And my children asleep at my feet I paid my way
The Gods Watch Over You And They Consider What You've Done But Now You've Hidden Away To Gain Your Strength Deep In A cave Your Power Is Regained And
don't know who they fuckin' with Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back Fruck writin' rhymes This is real shit not a track Camouflage
Create offensive Resistance - from the - rivers banks searching, stalking. Mustard gas, released. Enter sthokescreen Dodging lasers sallying through the shinke and debris Tracking hidden
A military force established by deception of sense That you deceive enemies So that they do not know your real condition, And that they can establish
their ground against the hell that 'll make. I'm above it in the air. I see it all so clear... at 30,000 feet above the enemy. No one can see me. Press
Damn back again up on track again [Incomprehensible] 'round the bend Some of y'all black again, it got dark On your mark get set, out of sight out of
[Hidden Track] A military force established by deception of sense That you decieve enemies so that they do not know your real condition And that they
ground against the hell That I'll make. I'm above it in the air. I see it all so clear... At 30,000 feet above the enemy. No one can see me. Press execute
their ground against the hell That I?ll make. I?m above in the air, I see it all so clear? At 30,000 feet above the enemy. No one can see me. Press
The gods watch over you And they consider what you've done But now you've hidden away To gain your strength Deep in a cave Your power is regained And
to disable a conscience Symptoms of another weak idea Use of pain as a step for goals Never paying attention to a detail A diagnosis for hidden words
Create offensive Resistance - from the - river banks Searching, stalking, Mustard gas released, Enter smokescreen Dodging lasers sailing through the smoke and debris Tracking hidden
