mean I wish I could help you but you're on your own It's just the way it's meant to be I've had my heart burnt back to life Time and time again I walk
in my direction Nigga got a 17-shot for protection Life ain't no joke Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul Nigga, if you
I got her under my wing, it ain't no thing now let the Devil sing [Devil] I'm back So now you know that you're gonna fuckin burn in hell Tell what you
fucked his daughter I got her under my wing, it ain't no thing now let the Devil sing [Devil] I'm back So now you know that you're gonna fuckin burn
lookin' at it, was life really fair? Did you burn any bridges, did you make amends? Did you ask God for forgiveness for your sins What is Heaven like? If you could come back
shatter the vision The burning vision of a kiss from your sweet lips Been lonely for so long, my life jumped the track Broken clock on the wall says, I should head back
out from shelter Burn your wings, you'll know no better I will call you out from shelter Burn your wings and learn their letters I will call you out from shelter Burn your wings
Broken heart, broken dreams Broken promise, broken wings Broken spirit, break everything It breaks a body down Broken back, broken seams Broken life,
melts away, at the end of the day, you ran out of light, Praying for rain, praying for signs, praying for time, praying for endless night, might as well be wishing
keep your eyes on the ball Live for the minute, die for the culture See through the dark when the violet is ultra Smoke don't rise Fuel don't burn Sun
my Independence Day My Independence Day Independence Day Daaayyyaaaay, my Independence Day Independence Day Wishing on that same bright star, I shouldn't wish my life away Wish my life
equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is for
cash grind To those we lost to war and looking for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toasting this to
crescent via bad investment Despised every second, but I GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON! If I made an angel in the snow for every rotted victim There'd be wings
waiter and a cook and a taxi driver For twenty years, there at home until the day her girl was grown Giving all her love to her was her life's ambition
the fiery brine below? [knight] I hark back to olden days to her and her magic ways two souls in harmony in an endless sea the cruel wings of destiny
on the bozart at the club, throwing stacks At Star Wars, they threw two I threw four back And I'm back, it's Mr. New York City My hat to the back, I
dare not look back....for.... Fear of what you might see! You can see reflection - on the trees ahead, You feel warmth behind your back. You pray that
