Feel Like Home - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Feel Like Home
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda, Takbir Khalid Bashir, Ryan Patrick Maginn

Lyric:
Yeah

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home

Standing on the bridge in the dark and I'm seeing my breath
Trying to make it home without freezing to death
And my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind mind and how
Seeing him tonight's gonna be the last time
I should've brought a jacket
Blowing in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill
Thinking layin' in that box people look so still

At times like these you start thinkin'
Your first breath in and the clock starts tickin'
I'm not try to bum anyone out
Not tryin' to be dramatic just thinking out loud
I'm just tryin' to make sense in my mind
Some defense from the cold that I'm feeling outside
And for a minute this gig was some rhythm and rhyme
And get away from the gray just a bit at a time

Kinda funny how this world can treat you
Like a freak in a sideshow
A carnival creature climbing outta cans
I'm a diamond in the sand
But you cant tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones
My life's like trying to swallow a pine cone
It's tough when you live fast just to die slow
Talk to dial tones my dreams are far-fetched
It seems so I sleep underneath this park bench

I know it don't make sense
And I don't expect you to know what it's like
Smoke, drink, piss sniffing everything in my sight
Push rocks in a pipe liftoff I keep puffin 'til my lips turn white
And my chest gets tight but who the fuck really cares
When you're so far left behind that even death looks right
All I can do is hope for the best and pray
That it gets a little better than yesterday

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home

Pardon me I think I'm nect to url too many problems going on
That's why I left my girl packed my bags and traveled
With a pen and a notepad
Pissed that I was broke and all the things that I don't have
But still I try to find a way to escape
From all the hate planted in my head which lead to mistakes
But now I'm breaking the mold see I was patient and calm
Many sleep in the rain but I'm awake in the storm

Writing my life in a short film the rise and fall
How I managed to scorch hills and climb the walls
Pound pavement aimless in the cold existence
Even thought thangs are changing I'm going the distance
Overcoming the doubt that had controlled for so long
And put it all behind me 'cause life still goes on
Now I'm much stronger and know where I stand
While lost souls search over and over again

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everybody's trying not to cry
Trying to get by and trying not to feel out of control
And if you look hard enough sometimes you'll find a place
That might just remind you of home
But if it doesn't feel like home
You can do what I do just pretend you don't feel so alone

Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
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Land Of Hope And Glory - Lyrics - One Step Beyond - Madness

Title: Land Of Hope And Glory
Album: One Step Beyond
Artist: Madness
Composer(s): Thompso

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Lyric:
What's the time?
I was trying to get some sleep

Attention
Bridges, Shorty, Nutty
Jackson, Thompson, Mother

As you can see we've got a new recruit
To this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart
And tell us all a story

Who me, sir?
Yes, you, sir

I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big a money
If I hadn't mouthed it about, I am sure without doubt
I'd have missed this land of hope and glory

Well, you poor poor sod
Here you're up sharp at six thirty
A cold shower down to breakfast
Can't have you looking dirty

I suggest you eat what's given you
Even if it doesn't agree with you
'Cos it's all you're be getting up until twelve thirty

In between this time you stay up in your room
And you can dream about life, good things

Two years of me teen age life
Given to this stand to attention life
Of land, of hope and glory

I was getting so bored, then time drags by
I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts
And I'll make me self a smoke

A bog roll and envelope stick it
All this helps to pass my time

As the evening drags on, you can watch a little telly
Or dance with pans people with a little bit of belly
Pass yourself cold with a hint of yesterdays
Don't complain, learn the game
And I'll get through another day

I was sitting there on the clock at long last it's nine thirty
Off to bed, straight to sleep
As I leave this land of hope and glory

But only for a few seconds am I in ecstasy
Before the bell rings to let me know, sharp at six thirty
A the, a two, a six, a ta

Quiet, come on you lot, come on, lights out

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Ordinary People - Lyrics - Chrome Dreams II - Neil Young

Title: Ordinary People
Album: Chrome Dreams II
Artist: Neil Young
Composer(s): Neil Young

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Lyric:
Two out of work models and a fashion slave
Try to dance away the Piccolo night
The bartender poured herself another drink
While two drunks were watchin' the fight
The champ went down and he got up again
Then he went out like a light
Fightin' for the people

But his timing wasn't right
The high rollin' people
Takin' limos in the neon light
The Las Vegas people
They came to see a Las Vegas fight
Fightin' for the people

There's a man in the window with a big cigar
Says everything's for sale
He had a house and a boat and a railroad car
The owner's gotta go to jail
He acquired these things from a life of crime
Now he's sellin' them to make bail
He was rippin' off the people

Sellin' guns to the underground
Livin' off the people
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around
Tryin' to help the people
Lose their ass for a piece of ground
A patch o' ground people

He was dealin' antiques in a hardware store
But he sure had a lot to hide
He had a back room full of the guns of war
And a ton ammunition besides
Yeah, he walked with a cane
Kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside
Just a warnin' to the people

In case they might try to break in at night
Protection from the people
He's sellin' safety in the darkest night
Tryin' to help the people
Get the drugs to the street all right
Tryin' to help the people

Well, it's hard to say where a man goes wrong
Might be here and it might be there
What starts out weak might get too strong
If you can't tell foul from fair
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng
Of hands stretched up in the air
Vigilante people

Takin' the law into their own hands
The conscientious people
Crackin' down on the drug lord and his bands
Government people
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land
The patch o' ground people

A new Rolls Royce, a company car
They were racin' down the street
Each one was tryin' to make it to the gate
Before employees manned the fleet
The trucks full of products for the modern home
Were set to roll out into the street of ordinary people

Tryin' to make their way to work
The downtown people
Some are saints and some are jerks
That's me, everyday people
Stoppin' for a drink on their way to work
Alcoholic people, takin' it one day at a time

Down on the assembly line
They keep puttin' the same things out
The people today, they just ain't buyin'
Nobody can figure it out
They try like hell to build a quality in
They're workin' hard without a doubt
Ordinary people

But the dollar's what it's all about
Lee Iaccoca people
But the customers are walkin' out
The nose to the stone people
Yeah, they look but they just don't buy
The patch o' ground people

In a dusty town the clock struck high noon
Two men stood face to face
One wore black and one wore white
But of fear there wasn't a trace
A hundred and eighty years later
Two hot rods drag through the very same place
A half million people

They moved in to pick up the pace
A factory full of people
Makin' parts to go to outer space
A train load of people
They were leavin' for another place
Out of town people

Down at the factory they're puttin' new windows in
The vandals made a mess of things
And the homeless just walked right in
Well, they worked here once and they live here now
But they might work here again
The ordinary people

They're just livin' in a dream
Hard workin' people
Just don't know what it means
To give up people
They're just like they used to be
Patch o' ground people

Out on the railroad track they're cleanin' ol' number nine
They're scrubbin' the boiler down
She really is lookin' fine, a beauty, that number nine
Times'll be different soon they're gonna bring her back on line
Ordinary people

They're gonna bring the good things back
Hard workin' people
They put the business back on track
The everyday people
I got faith in the regular kind
Patch o' ground people

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Sunshine - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Sunshine
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt Mac Dermot, Dante Smith, Marcus Eion, Michael Sandison, Kanye West

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Lyric:
(Let the sun shine)
Yeah, yeah, it's a brand new day, y'all
(Let the sun shine)
Turn me up in the top a little bit, dog
Want you to know, want you to hear this one
(The sun's shinin')
Loud an' clear, bright an' early, listen

I don't hate players, I don't love the game
I'm the shot clock, way above the game
To be point blank with you, mother fuck the game
I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play

You can show the little shorties how you pump an' fake
But dog, not to Def, I'm not impressed
I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude
I'm grown man business an' I am not in school

Put your hand down youngin', this is not for you
On my J.O. with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh, like I'm still a day old

An' it's been like that since the day, yo
On more time than a Roley, or Seiko
Step on deck, your neck, do what I say so
Get up or get out, get down or lay low

(Let the sunshine)
Standin' in the shadow of a fabulous man
Brooklyn nigga, I am, Black Dante
(Let the sunshine in)
That nigga, that dude, black people, let's move
(The sun's shinin')
Shout out to my man, Talib Kweli, yes
We on top a, top a, shout a, shout a, check it out

Slim nigga that casts a big shadow
Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow
Got more skill, more aim an' more ammo
You can get it all from a big or small barrel

Like, 'Hail Mary', full of grace
Niggaz come in an' shoot up the place
An' make you pull up your face
The deck, Im'ma pull out the ace
From the jungles of the Empire State
Where it ain't no escape

Two four seven, seven one eight
An' thats like every night, every day
From the place that I settle an' stay
To the states, I'm collectin' my pay
Blast off then I'm back to the K

Hold it down so my family straight
Represent in a family way
Pro ball not for amateur play
Been raw since the amateur stage
Before the press had the cameras raised

Like a long time man of the way
(Let the sun shine)
You understandin' me straight?
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
(Let the sunshine in)
It's what it is, what it is
An' thats what it is, you see? Ha, fire
(The sun's shinin')

'Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper
Stronger reception an' sharper picture
Revolve around God an' involve with niggaz
These elements above all my scripture

An' make Mos Def a classic modern figure
Brooklyn, it don't matter if you holler or whisper
You're comin' through clear 'cause I'm right here wit'cha
Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya

Yo, brothers an' sisters, fathers an' mothers
The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers
The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggaz
Rebel guerrillas, the ghetto civilians
Y'all 'gon feel it from the first to the millionth

It's extra ordinary an' plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standin', I'll be gone
Y'all make moves, but y'all just move on

I move in, an' y'all must move on
(Let the sun shine)
'Cause I move to strong an' I know what my feet move for
Make it go without a brand new car
(Let the sunshine in)

I was fresh without a brand new song
An' give a fuck about what brand you are
(The sun's shinin')
I'm concerned what type of man you are
What your principles an' standards are
You understand me y'all

Be good to your family, y'all
No matter where your families are
'Cause everybody need family, y'all
Raise a hand, you understand me, y'all
Everybody need family, y'all

Be good to your families, dog
Understand, no matter where your families are
Everybody need family, dog
Raise your hands, you understand me, pa
That's what it is, that's my man

Family an' my family Pencil Pete
My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls
All of those who still in the struggle
Masada Malia, Son Dial la, Magic Mel

(Let the sunshine in)
Life is real
All the real soldiers, black people, we family y'all
(Let the sunshine in)
(The sun's shinin')
Let it be bright

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The Patient Mental - Lyrics - The End Of All Things To Come - Mudvayne

Title: The Patient Mental
Album: The End Of All Things To Come
Artist: Mudvayne
Composer(s): Chad L. Gray, Ryan Martinie, Matthew Mcdonough, Greg Tribbett

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Lyric:
Patient, just as I am as always
Watch the time go by
Nothing left to pass by
The minutes follow me
Drunken little people work away at me

Why won't they leave me?
Leave me alone
When I don't even want me?
Want me

I have to kill the words
Before they form my sentence
A sentence that is me just like clothes to carry
The patient sets in cradled love
That doesn't even strangling

Why won't they leave me?
Leave me alone
When I don't even want me?
Want me

The patient mental sits and stares
And I don't mind and I keep
Screaming stay back
Why won't they leave him?
Leave him alone

The passive smeared ritual
Driven by your worship
The hate driven envy

They have to kill the meal
Before they can consume
Consume my inner peace
Without the understanding
Trapped inside the words
The hands are moving me

The patient mental sits and stares
And I don't mind and I keep
Screaming, stay back
Why won't they leave him?
Leave him alone

The passive smeared ritual
Driven by your worship
The hate driven envy

Release me
Let me go

Why do they observe me?
There's nothing here to cure
I can see the silhouettes
That's hid behind the mirror
I'm just like a clock upon the wall
Always moving but never going anywhere

The patient mental sits and stares
And I don't mind and I keep
Screaming stay back
Why won't the leave him?
Leave him alone

The patient mental sits and stands
And I don't like what's happening
Screaming stay back
The passive smeared ritual
Driven by your worship
The hate driven envy

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Stunnas - Lyrics - Jagged Edge

Title: Stunnas
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Patrick Michael Smith, Balewa Muhammad, Hakim Young, Candice Nelson, Ezekiel Lewis, Jermaine Mobley

Lyric:
Stunna shades, fluid in my kup
We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up
Stunna shades, fluid in my kup
We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Now middle of the day grippin' 12 o'clock at night
You'll neva catch me without my stunnas on
I be on dat green, I be cheifen mean forgot my visine
But I got my stunnas on

They don't wanna let me in da klub wit' 'em on
Say I'm lookin' like a thug wit' 'em on
I take 'em off I get in and put 'em right back on
You'll neva catch yo boy without his stunnas on

Big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

Now we sailin' in da mall homie ice got it all
Know I be doin' it wit' my stunnas on
Catch me on da ase hand up on da dash
Hands be turnin' so fast who's dat wit' dem stunnas on

My eyes tinted got a lean in da lac
Let a nigga look G in da lac
I'm a boss deez cost runnin' to bring i know
Told ya neva catch yo boi without his stunnas on

Like this big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick, da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

I got my stunnas on Cartier made
Wood grain frame wit' my name in da shades
And when I wanna switch it up, I put dem Garda D's on
Same stunnas wood gon', now dey all chrome

I read in 'em, beat in 'em, eat in 'em
Shorty say she love it so she let a niggaz beat in 'em
It's a important part of my attire apart of my fresh
I can't leave home without 'em like my Amerikan Express

I'm from da a where it's mandatory gotta ride some
Hit da mall mann, erry'day buy some
Da bigger, da better, da harder to stunt
He ain't doin' it like me baby tell 'em stop frontin'

Like this big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

Soon as we walk in, watch yo' chick
'Cause you know yo' chick is gonna watch me
Bet she gonna like what she see
'Cause I always got my stunnas on

Soon as we walk in, watch yo' chick
'Cause you know yo' chick is gonna watch me
Bet she gonna like what she see
'Cause I always got my stunnas on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on

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Song For Shelter - Lyrics - Illuminati - Fatboy Slim

Title: Song For Shelter
Album: Illuminati
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Roland Clark, Norman Cook

Lyric:
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
Into this thing
The deeper I go the more knowledge I know
What to sing, what to bring
What

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme, what?
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out I'm not dancin' no more but
Why? Why? Why? What?

How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the, the fake ones
The one, the ones that say
They know what is what but they don't know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck? What?

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
Into this thing
And I pretend that they're not there
I just stare

Up in the booth at the dread man spinnin' the song
Spinnin' it strong
Playing things like
We cannot house we can
That's my shit, what?
Woo

I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper
When people start to disappear
And it's about six o'clock
Woo, I'm feelin' hot

Take off my sweater and my pants
And I start to dance
And all the sweat just goes down my face
And I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place
I get deep, oh, I get deep
What? Woo

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
When he takes all the bass out of the song
And all you hear is highs and it's like
Oh shit, ahh
I get deep

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
And the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol
And I get drunk and I, oh, all over the place
And I catch myself right on time, right on line with the beat
And it's so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

I get deeper
I get deeper
I get deeper

If the house music was ale
And doctor love would be my song
And I would only take deep breaths
And fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass
I get deep

Now it's about three a.m. and I see people doin' plea
Spinnin', jumpin' and grindin' as if they had wings on their feet
Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himself
Spinnin' those funky, funky, funky house beats

And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thing
With matic pause without cause
Bass from those high definition speakers
Sitting in the corner on each side of the room
Givin' us the boom, boom, boom
To our zoom, zoom, zoom

The smell of a L lit while walking by
But the music gets me high
Sanctified like an old lady in church
We get happy, we stomp our feet
We clap our hands, we shout, we cry
We dance and we say, "Sweet Lord, speak to me"

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me
Because we love house music
And on this planet it brings us together
Like a family reunion every week

We eat, we drink
We laugh, we play and we skate
So for all you hip hoppers
You do woppers, name droppers, you bill boppers
You come into our house to get deep
What? To get deep

You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'

You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'

You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
You guys just keep it rollin'
You gotta just keep it rollin'
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Seconds Of Pleasure - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Seconds Of Pleasure
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
You say you don't desire me, she's only a hired hand
Now you are tired of me, expensive care is meaningless
Feeling nothing and caring less, cut off at the pass
She knows where you were headed
She wants double-time or a temporary wedding

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's with forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

I thought I knew you too well, now I find the man is a mystery
And the promises you made are really only ancient history
Everyday goes by without a hitch, you say the urge becomes an itch
You say that I'm no go for you, that's rich or am I being bitchy?

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

And the hands on the clock move so precisely
You say you only kissed her once or twice
You didn't do it for love, you didn't even do it with stealth
I can't help you now, I can't help myself
Committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts

I was living for thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts
You treat me like a piece of human furniture

You say when? You sad soul
If you can look all that you like
But I wont let you touch and poke

And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she's forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure

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My Heart - Lyrics - The Great Subconscious Club - K'S Choice

Title: My Heart
Album: The Great Subconscious Club
Artist: K'S Choice
Composer(s): Gert Bettens, Sarah Bettens

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Lyric:
Not so long ago
We both felt love became a word
No more than that
With sex that felt like wings without a bird

The only thing that we both love
Is in the cradle that we rock
Six hands, six feet but just one beat
The ticking of the clock

I always heard I could get hurt
I knew that from the start
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart

Solid wood will rot
If you don't keep it from the rain
We were surprised when we found out
That love feels just like pain

I always heard I could get hurt
I knew that from the start
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart
Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck
But please, don't break my heart

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Long John Silver - Lyrics - Long John Silver - Jefferson Airplane

Title: Long John Silver
Album: Long John Silver
Artist: Jefferson Airplane
Composer(s): Casad

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Lyric:
Long John Silver ring in his ear
He's the hero, make that clear
Does the same thing his father did
Sailing around the Caribbean
Robing king with his talking parrot
This time I think he's on the high side

Scabs are forming, scraped his knee
Guards are warning a bad man is free
He's like electric clock that needs no winding
Keeps the time without your hands
Western feet they need no binding
Take a barefoot run through old Japan

He's seen a thousand countries
They're all the same
Some men are crazy, some of the men sane
But all men are ruled by a flag or a game
And he knows nobody's got you
If you don't, if you don't sign your name

Long John Silver serves no king
No land holds him, that's why
He feels like just like singing
Every country now and then
Roars like Irish, drunk and singing
Every monk will now and then
Call his men to hear the
Wenches night bells ringing

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Let Your Backbone Slide - Lyrics - Maestro Fresh Wes

Title: Let Your Backbone Slide
Artist: Maestro Fresh Wes
Composer(s): Wes Williams, Anthony Davis, Peter Davis

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Lyric:
This is a throw down, a showdown, hell no, I can't slow down
It's gonna go down, first offense on the mix down, go on and break down
Okay, party people in the house, may I have your attention, please?
In a moment, the beat will be played in many parts, come on and break
Many parts, many, one, two, three, come on and break

This jam is amplified, so just glide and let your backbone slide
You listen to every word I say, I, every verb you heard
I play snaps a vertabrae, you try to cover, a hover me, a roast, a fake
Aflag, then I run a post, toast, I'm the most, DEF's how it goes
No X's or O's or tic-tac-toes, LTD knows, this ain't a game

I'm on a mission, call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition, I rap just like
A slab of clay, that's shapeless, Jeff ain't no shimmer
No glass is tasteless, a universe without light is light less
That's why I always take time to write this

I mold it in my hands before I start chiselin'
Could be a rain or brainstorm or drizzlin'
Sun could be shining, sun could be showerin'
Practice make perfect and I'm powerin', flowerin'

My lyrics are awesome, tunin' from human, bloomin' a blossom
Blowing away blockades and barricades, make ya black and blue
From the blast and the blaze, it's a bloodsport, bloods builds up back
I make your vision go blurry while your brain goes black into oblivion
Beats from box to box to bates, rocks from blocks and blocks
Let your backbone slide

Just let it slide y'all, I don't give a damn, damn, if ya backbone quiver
Man, oh man, watch ya swiver, wind some twine your spine
While you're slither, it's contagious and epidemic, you try to lift
You're cool but it fell again, rap scholar, soul like a Dominican
Butt like I said before, "I'm not American, it's who you are"
Not the way you went, we all originate from the same descent

I make a lot of cents, sense and pence, gold, myrrh and frankincense
When I'm in France they blow me francs, Frank
With your swiss account is the way I bank-pank, at home I make bills
Are brown from my sound in the States, green like the grass
In the ground when I'm in England, they pass me pounds now
I clock cash in every town, so I slide but nowadays, I'm trapped
Why's that? So many suckers on my sacroiliac

It's like a rap-sack, backpack, wic-wic-whack, give me some slack jack
Rap is like a jungle, where rhyme for rhyme is like a vine to vine
Swung line to line of mine, I'm colossal, you'se a mosquito
I'mma play Tarzan, you play cheetah, cheetah, bitter love to forge
Better yet, I'll call you curious George 'cause curiosity cold killed the cat
Can't hide so black to the side, let your backbone slide

The keyword is synchronism, yo, check out my homeboy dance
To the rhythm and hey, this hey, oh, this ain't Forte, I'm coming
Double-F, Fortissimo, FF for funky fresh, my DJ is LTD, mellow-flex
You listen to the poetry, big jumbo jet, vocabulary golden
Beats from my rollin' stone, cold lyrics with the microphone
I'm holdin', words I rip, egos I strip, I make sucker crews kick

Dick Van Dyke flips, I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide
They should've stepped off, I let it slide but now they got brazen
Dry like a raisin, I glaze like a vase, I smash you like days until
They realize, they shouldn't have ripped, it's '89, not Beethoven's fifth
Or sixth, it's a throw down, I'm conducting it because like a high rise
I'm constructing it, was once thoughts, pen and paper

Now it's a tower, a soul, a skyscraper, it's getting out of hand
After I've created a monster, my musical monologue makes
You wanna move with the Maestro, you feel hot so you set the blend
The crescendo is nice yo, I'm the guy, the rhythm is a ride
To the fresh side and let your backbone slide, this is a throw down

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Knieght Rieduz - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Knieght Rieduz
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Rashad Coes, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Hey, I be the pirate they call, you want to walk the plank
Come on I'll make you walk the plank at a point blank range
Bunkin' up brains wit a bloody, bloody scene
Make the old ladies scream

Oh no, I don't believe it but you seen it redrum murda baby
All they saw was the shadows, of the dark so they can't tell the law
Ha ha ha fuck'um leave them in the red while we proceed to pop
When they heart stop drop as they force me to weak'em

Complication with the breathin'
And I step on they neck while they wheezin'
Comin' from the underland
Piretes understand we are unidentified first of our kind

Knieght rieduz roll vroom, vroom, vroom
All the pirets on the ships and the witches on the brooms
And panic and panic and panic it must be magic
We only move when the moonlight guides us

When the sun rises you will not find us
We will not exist disappeared from the faces of the earth
But when the clock strikes 12 all hell breaks lose
We are the people with the plots and we all kill you
Dressed in black my name is shhh and I shall say no more

Build up dead inside of us mind twisted shook up in on tha
Mr. Fuss danger we closin' in on the side you
You only get one chance better take it run hide
Appeared from out of no where no trace to be found

We come and we go without a heat of a sound
Inside of me deadly whispas
Comin' through my crave like the shot of some sipas
More less show y'all no pitty

And you women have the art to pass me
Tried to provide me with me sexual tendencies
It couldn't happen in your wild fantasies
I'm not goin' to pass it up when I'm through

Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come

Mr. Sawed of Letherface, and the mothafuckin' Knieght Rieduz
Thugline nigga these muthfuckas pirates
And I'm the muthafuckin' thug
So I guess that make me a muthafuckin' Thug Pirate

Pull out your pump, I'm ready to buck
I now it's like that when I be fuckin' with these Knieght Rieduz
Them niggaz always be in some type of violence
That's why I signed them

Them Niggaz was lookin' for soldiers
And I never seen no people like these they ain't your ordinary
As a matter fact look at the raps kinda scary
Night time is where they come from

But I ain't never send these niggaz in the day time
Not once somthin' fishy It's like they don't exist
Nigga never saw they face just like the shit they makin'
And when we roll niggaz be lookin' surprised

'Cause of the way they dressed and they mysterious eyes
Hypnotize ya my Knieght Rieduz put on my
Letherface when I want to play with the Pirates

Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come

I suggested you pack your bags and hull ass
If you can't be gone by night fall please don't look back
Or how tragic and choose not to roll so I'm not rolled over
Now I'm all alone for the bullet holes

Turned his lights off and carefully
Your nothin' but a puff of smoke
And reach from every ones memory
Your next to be in gods hands

Your no longer a part of the human race
Here we come a court and now your lost until the darkness
For those who blaspherin' my name
Call the court and I won't rest till there all inside there grave

Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come
Knieght rieduz, here we come

Knieght rieduz
1, 2 here we come for you
3, 4 we takin' over the world
5, 6 you have no time to repent
7, 8 Anti-Saint
9, 10 the sun is setting comin' from the under land

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Thug Style - Lyrics - Goodies - Ciara

Title: Thug Style
Album: Goodies
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Johnta Austin, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
You change the game
I like your thug style

Hey you it's me turn the music down
So you can hear my invitation
Now what I want you to do is come through the crib right now
Without hesitation

So don't ask me what I want
'Cuz I want you to hurry up
And get over here to see me
Act just like you need me
Hurry hurry hurry
Got ten minutes

Tick tock
Where you at
Looking at the clock it's about that time
Knock knock
There you is
I've been waiting on you for a long long time
Baby don't stop stop
I don't mind if you make me hot hot
'Cuz I'm gone keep your love on lock lock
Lock ohh ohh yeah

You change the game
I like your thug style
When I'm around you
You always make me smile
Make me so excited
Come on don't deny me
Ooh let's take our time
Ooh let's do it right
Ooh you changed the game I like your thug style

Now my parents are gone
And I can't believe it's me who needed to see you
Nobodys home we can kick it all night
I no that you don't have curfew

Now don't move too fast
But don't move too slow
Baby catch the rhythm that I'm giving you
Ooh I love the rhythm
I'm feelin' you

Tick tock
Where you at
Looking at the clock it's about that time
Knock knock
There you is
I've been waiting on you for a long long time
Baby don't stop stop
I don't mind if you make me hot hot
'Cuz I'm gone keep your love on lock lock
Lock ohh ohh yeah

You change the game
I like your thug style
When I'm around you
You always make me smile
Make me so excited
Come on don't deny me
Ooh let's take our time
Ooh let's do it right
Ooh you changed the game I like your thug style

Its that in thug in you
That's got me wanting you like I do
Baby now I can't wait for love
I anticipate ooh
Baby just tell your friends that you won't be with them tonight
Baby it's you and me so put your hands up feel this ohh

You change the game
I like your thug style
When I'm around you
You always make me smile
Make me so excited
Come on don't deny me
Ooh let's take our time
Ooh let's do it right
Ooh you changed the game I like your thug style

[Incomprehensible]
Ohh boy
[Incomprehensible]
That's right

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Just In The Nick Of Rhyme - Lyrics - Can I Borrow A Dollar? - Common

Title: Just In The Nick Of Rhyme
Album: Can I Borrow A Dollar?
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Tony Craig, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, L Mizell, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
(Hiccup)
This is a good place for a stickup
So throw your hands in the air and say, "Hell yeah"

I can beat Mike Tyson, plus I'm Fresh-er than the Prince of Bel Air
And I Blossom, in color is how I'm living
See some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my Public Ene-ma
Picture this, like a cinema, I'm winnin' a contest

I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, I'm a stud smokin' blunts

Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I'd be Woody Wood
They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don't collects
Rockin' a Rolex, preferrin' sex instead of Soloflex
But I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel good

The baddest hoes be sayin', "Ooh you're real good"
Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
Auntie's name is Stella, style as deaf as Helen Keller
Nail a flammer with the Hammer for comin' incorrect

Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar to Bruce Banner
So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
Kid just in the nick, I kick more ass than Bruce Lee's Nike's did

Just in the nick, I kick on the geek stick, flick a Bic
Dick a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock
I tock to the tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
Shit, I got rhymes comin' out my asshole

I'm in a pole position, sole position
You're in no position to be dissin'
It's a rainbow coalition, I'm kissin' ass goodbye
Rockaby, here's your lullaby

Like Georgie Puddin' Pie but baby baby don't cry
Feed 'em, I heat 'em and eat 'em if I don't need 'em
Then I leave 'em as leftovers, packin' the weak MC's
Into [unverified] septober [unverified]

'Til I was older, I couldn't hold a rhyme folder
Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk, but when I'm drunk
I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin' I'm a hunk

Like a duck, I'm slammin' ham MC's, MC's I'm servin'
Makin' the people jump like my man, Julius Erving!
Those deserving props are gonna get theirs
Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my dick hairs

I'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape
Tryin' to catch me, catch your breath before you hyperventilate
For air you're gaspin', your best bet is to take an Aspirin
I bash it, crash it, now you know, so stop askin'

'Cause when you ask, you make an ass of you and only you
See, just in the nick, I kick the funky shit
That's why they call me Bootsy

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Killuminati - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Killuminati
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Tony Pizarro, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Let it be prophesied, niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones, niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill 'em all, watch now, nigga truth be told

West side was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin' by my thirty yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me

Now diggy die, every time I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga 'cause I'm comin' back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin' from drug cases
Lookin' at my congregation so full of thug faces

Momma gave a nigga breath
A life of stress, I invest in a vest
And makin' niggaz watch they every step
Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this shit yet

Thug style, baby, hands on my pistol
Listen I'm a ridah, every nigga breathin' pay attention
'Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again
Till I make it yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin'

Visions of over packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin'
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place

They got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'
It's like I'm dreamin', see in season me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo' five, snatchin' niggaz pagers

Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' forty's, moved to harder shit
God damn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

I spend most of my time bankin' niggaz
Because they hate a nigga, comin' across fake niggaz
But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin'
Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin'

O U T L A W Z ain't nuttin' fuckin'
With that we bustin' back comin' back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin' them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters

Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill 'em all for Shorty, ninety nine Killuminati

They got me thinkin strugglin' and hustlin's my only fate
Toppin' grams on the kitchen plate, tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is rollin' three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets

My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin' naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

Yo, yo, Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
You know what type of shit we be, you want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real, hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?

Fuck with me, nigga, you get killed
It don't get no realer than this
What's my motherfuckin' name nigga?
What's my muh'fuckin' name nigga?

What's my muh'fuckin' name?
Outlawz in this bitch, rap pro at his finest
Repeat, Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is?

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Decaf - Lyrics - Rockford - Cheap Trick

Title: Decaf
Album: Rockford
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Bun E. Carlos, Rick Nielsen, Tom Petersson, Robin Zander

Lyric:
Wait for the man to call
I need it fast as I can
I've been shaking all over
It's got me drumming me hands

I've been thinking 'bout the thought on my brain
About to drive me insane
There ain't no safety, you feel that thing
I press the buttons again

You reckon you've got everything to die for
Decaf is here again
It's what I live and breathe and lie for

It's X o'clock and I'm waiting
Waiting for the call
In the sweat, I keep pacing
It's time to get on the ball

I've been thinking 'bout pulling the chain
'Cause now I'm past insane
There ain't no safety, you take that step, yeah
You live without your cane

You reckon you've got everything that I'd die for
Decaf is here again
It's what I live and breathe and die for
Well, it could happen to you
Well, it could happen to you

Yeah, it could happen to you
Yeah, it could happen to you
Well, it could happen to you
Yeah, it could happen to you

You reckon you've got everything to die for
Decaf is here again
It's what I live and breathe and lie for

You reckon you've got everything to die for
Decaf is here again
It's what I live and breathe and die for
It's gonna happen to you
Well, it could happen to you

It's gonna happen to you
Well, it could happen to you
It's gonna happen to you
Well, it could happen to you

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2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus)
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Tyrone Fuffe, Michael Harper

Lyric:
Yo, my offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object
Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
Knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin

The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a nigga
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

Yo, I spit for it
(Lie for it)
Live for it
(Die for it)
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it
If I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it
I'ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
You mad at the last album, I apologize for it
Yo, I can't call it, motherfuckin' Wyclef spoiled it
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it

You should double up and put a dime on it
Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it
I'ma shine on it, watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it, watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin' rewind on it
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it
12 o'clock in the morning you'll be standin' on line for it
I'm a live poet with a sharp ear and eye for it
'Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit, Father forgive bis
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
'Coz they sounded like idiots, they went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millennium they'll probably be wearin' iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium
Y'all niggaz can't be serious, I was nice before ice
Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night, I was born with a mic

Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life
Took this rap shit to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes
Before MC's picked up pens and started to write
Before promotional marketin' and posterlights?
The Canibus'll bust up mics, punch out lights
Punch out your motherfuckin' eyesight for the title bought fight
Ask Top Phife, I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice, gimme that mic

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

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Nobody Knows - Lyrics - Nelly

Title: Nobody Knows
Artist: Nelly
Composer(s): Cornell Haynes, Jermaine Dupri, Anthony Hamilton, James Phillips

Lyric:
I didn't know
There'd be troubles along the way
Nobody told me nothin'
Nobody told me nothin, nothin'

I went through, 8 different schools in, 12 different years
That's 30 different teachers, over 10,000 different peers
And I done fought in every one, been suspended every time
Besides a few a felony, done committed every crime

But never braggin' on, just want you to see me what I done
I'm never proud of it, so I don't have to go back there again
And, I used to go like house to house, sleepin' on couch to couch
Walk around stickin' out my hands, lookin for a handout

Only thing I handed out was more bills
Only thing pulled me out was my will
God told me, the son, "Don't chill"
Determined to make use of one of these skills

Either that or go beat the block
Ain't no way you can beat the cops
Ain't no way I can beat the clock
Just a matter of time shut down your shop

Oh, you stay up day and nights, livin' this way of life
I was young and restless, all my children came
And then I had a guiding light
No more of that sittin' man, sittin' and waitin' and thinkin'
Somebody comin' to take me up off them streets but now I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy
I can't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

I can tell you right now, I'm sayin'
I could sit here and count on one hand
How many people seen me graduate
I know a few that did but a bunch that ain't

Same folks showin up in swarms
Waitin' for me to go on
Want to see Nelly perform
Wasn't so poor before

I became this household name
I was playin' them little league games
Nobody curred if I go 0 for 3
Nobody out her rootin' for me but my Momma

Supported me in everythin'
"Why she get everythin'?"
Some people got the nerve to ask
Y'all can kiss my ass
Man that's my Momma

Got a sister that need my help
And it can't be solved with wealth
Give anything that I have
Just to see her in perfect health
Now we out h're complainin'
"I got work to do"

How bad you think you got it?
Somebody else got it worse than you
I done had them down and ups and
Don't plan on comin' back down
Don't plan on leavin' her no time soon
But I got too comfortable now

Wouldn't have no knowledge of wealth
Without no knowledge of self
And I'ma keep walkin this road
My mind, body and soul I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy
I can't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin' so hard and I know

I didn't know
There'd be troubles along the way
Nobody told me nothin'
That would help me to ease my pain

I've been walkin' this road
For forever and a day
Now I've been searchin' for somethin'
For someone to help me find my way
And now I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I can't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I don't believe, I've made it this far
My whole life, man I've been workin so hard and I know

Nobody told me
That the road would be easy, yeah
I can't believe, I've made it this far

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