Stop and take this all in. It's fate's turn to take your hand and lead you here. Now surrounded by grace, you're covered with sin. And how will you
Oh, It gets so cold. When we stand in line I feel invisible Uh oh, I've disappeared again. When I'm on the edge I feel invisible. Warm to the touch
the violence in hip-hop, Y O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen As my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what
thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus loves you, Fleetwood Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around the world who contributed
neighbor with paper Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby Bust rubbers go deep under covers A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know each other [Chorus
hell 'cause I say this so well You can whistle my melody or noel You're still gonna get the Speak n Spell I get my ink from inkwell, my paper from the
I make my living with paper and pencil, and an old guitar I use melody and words that rhyme to tug at other's hearts But mine is still too tender, to
every night You can get get it, you can get it, you can get it every night You can get it every night Verse 1 - Layzie Bone Baby you might fall or fight with them other
other habits Told me to make a change Told me to get a grip of things Like just buy a paper to follow up The rest of the world On the other side of
a copper Fools on my tip keep sweating me And trying to gank my Compton melody You can't withstand the powerful blow From a brother with a def wish Others
Some people like to lick it Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink their hand It all depends on the ends that you
And Need Lay You Flat Like A Piano If You Let Me Stroke Your Keys You Going Be Saying Things You Never Said Matter Fact You Going Be Playing Melodies
, I never fathomed that the magic will fade Lets take it back to the days when I established my name I was over-hungry for beats, like the melody was
being Music Our entire system of values Of the things we accept to be true Is based on the visual sounds You have to sign a paper Because your word
a million miles away from any other one my life was just a dance where sometimes the music played I held it in my hands 'til only the melody remained
You Want And Need Lay You Flat Like A Piano If You Let Me Stroke Your Keys You Going Be Saying Things You Never Said Matter Fact You Going Be Playing Melodies
being music our entire system of values of the things we accept to be true is based on the visual sounds you have to sign a paper because your word is
