Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots A coupla empty saddle bags except for two old suits I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be Last night I saw a poster
I got no reason but that I must Maybe I feel like I?ve been gathering dust I must leave this harbour for the sea I'm too young to settle down and make
Sights and sounds Pull me back down Another year I was here I was here Whipping past The reflecting pool Me you Skipping school And we make it up As
Official, Nas, niggas Word up, somethin' new for you Hear to make moves, get mines automatically Emphatically, rhyme master, be rapidly tragedies Guns
The hands of time have brought you here, It's a long hard road to burn. The hidden fire of liife has come unturned. The river runs, you've just begun
I seen the demons But they didn't make a sound They tried to reach me But I lay upon the ground I seen the people But they didn't make a sound They tried
Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems them sweep it Like dust under carpet Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems
For all the times you left me bleeding Clouded, weakened [Incomprehensible] by the haze Cut off my pride, enough to forgive you Reconcile, back to square
In the most desolate corner Bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral Hey, get in line for tragic
It's like gold dust Ya hear me coming through your spe-ea-kers, You see me mashin up your air waves, I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like
Das alte Lied der Straße das zog uns stets hinaus denn so ein echter Cowboy der bleibt nicht gern zu Haus' von Flensburg bis nach Garmisch von K
Sometimes I've seen you walking among the population Hidden in the margins for a while Sometime's I feel you moving among the population Flickering through
When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel's touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until
I don't know what I've been told, parents love is awful cold. Instead of notch ya's, they just scold. I'd like to find a way, to break away. I'd like
Robert Pattinson: Life is a stage in witch we all play, and the world is a symphony, sarcastic lost. Like to be a part of the global games. But I
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the
I saw you all dolled up Singing a song in your pickup truck You put me on a morning train You put me on a morning train Ain't no need to explain You put
Well, I once knew a man who was going insane He let love chase him right up a tree It took the police and a fire truck just to bring him back down Oh,