think I'd change my point of view. Will you be here for us, when the planes get through, will you be here for us, when they land and come for us. Was
and indebtedness For our deliverance from evil or will we sing a song of sadness For the dreaded debt this mess delivered us people
with us convicts, Stat-lands It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunnys Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and
journals our station has prepared for you all. We call ourselves the "night owls". We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat. We've
for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right
for a couch And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed... Lookin' for a bed Lookin' for my, my... My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x) Say...
Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados [Fabolous] Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and
lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's
hood to bleed and we the south We attempted suicide every time that we leave the house Treated the Black man, lower than K9 and they kill em And made us
we got gas stations Choke, steady rock, ready for whatever pops Split the surface like machete chops Better lost anyway... okay Slash fast getaway, crash whatever path And
). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done,
