and I can only hope I?ve given you some shelter you know it?s a stormful world and rain will fall on you Run faster now don?t look back ?till you?re
Even if you so legit that you get a house with a dog and a picket fence The people with you then, but when they turn on you remember this And when they push you down, you
am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now the things you swore, you saw yourself Slight hope dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption
don't you worry 'bout a thing 'Cause you know that train is gonna run You will be on it Not just for some, we'll all be on it From here to kingdom come
glass of champagne my locker rooms a cold place, LA got no gates you mighta seen this man cry, that was just my old face my soul waits redemption and
of champagne my locker room's a cold place, LA got no gates you mighta seen this man cry, that was just my old face my soul waits redemption and intervention
downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn But what you learned, was on
bugged out Might look at you and slice you Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you
hurting on the road behind you Let the wind go with you 'til the morning comes Yeah, your sorrow, no it can't save you It won't answer for what you've
Ghost of a troubled soul. Everything that goes around, Comes around in time. Don't wait on redemption, It's never gonna take your side! How long can you hide? (fiddle solo) Blackbird on
on those you knew as friends. Just to see them turn and plot and fall before you. The sacrifice of life for them you'd make but now you know as lies
All faith you lack You walk (upon) this beaten path" All man shall fall as Abel fell to Cain By fire, by storm, by hail & by rain The sacred triad,
wives Sons and daughters they hold dear you'll defile In thy sin you shall dwell No humanity, a landscape of hell See now the depths into which you have
town boy, bein' used like a toy And nothing is like it really seems But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks The young girls fall back
When I heard those home folks say They say, "You're just a small town boy bein' used like a toy And livin' on a day to day" But you must believe that
remembering things that you say I'm not very good at pursuing redemption I'm not very good at concealing the hand that I play It's the way I am You'
Falling down, born of ocean Found by man, lived on his own Lift a sail, tighten the knots Lift him up, barely breathing Falling down Do you believe in
preach to all, you hear something Doctrine for the soul, you feel something The story has been told, you know something Now answer, martyrs call, do something - Prophesise the fall
