trying to imagine you... ...Sleeping. We're in the home Of life and death, Where each being takes end. And time flows with the sand! We cry as one
you... ...Sleeping. We're in the home Of life and death, Where each being takes end. And time flows with the sand! We cry as one, Your friends
... ...Sleeping. We're in the home Of life and death, Where each being takes end. And time flows with the sand! We cry as one, Your friends,
, cut the games, me and my music we sleep and eat together. We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and we run the streets together. And we on a mission
one You might as well hold your breath until you die In a corner somewhere bent over in the crevice This God theory overcomes the worst of weathers As long as
stars i saw diamonds divide in the corners of her eyes one horse town known for the most softness little old schoolhouse burned down post office blueberries and bulrushes a tree
path finda I gotta plan, I gotcha life in my hands I sing my battle cry when the wicked drums are drummin I'm the head hunta Some old wicked shit
me up in the morn because I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies spirits as tall as the trees And
is the kings of this world. We all better get our places Before God tells us to our Face we are...past the human race. Let's pray that we all agree We
up in the morn cause I shutter to think That could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees And
haste to comb her hair then she's away to the old millbrdige as fast as she could tear, my boys as fast as she could tear and about the dead hour of
de rolls, twenty years old. I still hop on the bus with a child bus pass. We ain't stoppin' for queues, we just rush past Educated, but yep, I still bunk
is the kings of this world. We all better get our places before God tells us to our face WE ARE...PAST the Human Race. Let?s pray that we all agree we
one You might as well hold your breath until you die in a corner somewhere bent over in the crevice This God Theory overcomes the worst of weathers As long as
is the kings of this world. We all better get our places Before God tells us to our Face we are...past the human race. Let?s pray that we all agree We
