there's a heaven Down there's a town Blackness everywhere and little lights shine Oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine Oh
toes When did you go? oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm all alone. no, no, no, no, no. I see my bones. oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Well I'll come into your home.
in a land-slide of the rocks, the hopes and fears. So swim until you can't see land. Swim until you can't see land. Swim until you can't see land Are
all off St Clair stays, down for the murda mo Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos Stop 'em drop 'em numb those '
The scent of oh purest carnage, familiar to these hills. My father hath traversed these lands decades before my birth. A century doth pass by, the veins
in Promised Land vein division I tug my brim down over my stigmatism Lo-pro, Paxil Rose, axel broke and butchered Last catapult standing in a land of
the gimp Spread thank you (3 on the right) Limp to the door, splint what he mangles (3 on the left) Yea I knew the percentages But the numbers were unaware
Weeks (Ah-oh-oh) Rollin, rollin, rollin We Ain't Slept in Weeks (Ah-oh-oh-uh-oh) Rollin, rollin, rollin We Ain't Slept in Weeks (Ah-oh-oh) Rollin,
street from the mouth Those ruby red lips have much to give Pull life from the land with your capable hands Those life loving beautiful broken hands Oh
to be the star on the magazine She took a turn for the worst To satisfy her needs. Oh yeah [Chorus:] Girl, keep your feet up on Sorry little land So
her took a dope sell Fuck it nigga oh wells Smokin on that classified Rollin in that lac' of mine Know my mind stay numb to the world half the time Thinkin bout land
uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no I don't need one more war I don't need one more war No, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no WHAZ SO CIVIL 'BOUT WAR ANYWAY
make us all a star and we'd say, "fuck that, man we're not about the fame. We don't need to suck like Creed, or someone just as lame All across the land
locked stop draw for the count, who drops? Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one- -you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks Out of Hooterville land
-T-to-the-I Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-
measly nine shots Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Five oh four gangsta, new