Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust (8X) Chorus: Black Thought (4X) It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop For you to trust y'all, with real hip-hop
I just lost my best friend I miss you so much I wish my life would end I cannot get up from down here I cried until dust appeared I'm trying to let go
First let me introduce myself Hello, this is your Disneyland storyteller And I have a story to tell you This time it all happened in the jungle Verse
Dust on the window The sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine At this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind
It's 2 a.m. in Town Hall Station Black walls and sleeping drunks Are bad companions Ice is there, fear is there Everyone is nowhere, there's too much
a fist through the wall never solved anything it just worried mom just like the bullets down the barrel of growing up this must be home where mothers
The wind blows, and I see dust. A cloud of white upon the horizon. My pallet knows, this is a bust, breakfast is wrecked for the chidren of the nation
welcome to the dust ward brain damaged but it's only permanent and i hang out in the day room with a strait jacket set with a strait jacket set i'm
I came up the hard way And fought with my back to the wall Sometimes down to nothin' But right now, babe, we've got it all Looking back now When it comes
Woah, shoot Oh yeah Why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot, oh yeah Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin Soft gravel
Here we go Tell everyone that I am sorry, truly sorry For all the wrongs, I've done I never meant to hurt nobody Lord, I never want to do no wrong And
[Wagner/Wagner] It's been a long night and it's cold there, outside As I watch the break of day It's starting to rain like the sky is crying in pain
I'm gonna get up in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom Said, I'm gonna get up in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I quit the best man I
Gone to sound, your visions thirst On a parted road to wanderlust The means to magic, you've still to find Fake sparkle or golden dust? More or less,
Forces of hate meet, gather for the siege Encircling their foe, the raid begins Their revenge is sought through violence Smashing, killing, stabbing,
You're running into tragedy signs announcing danger for your life will end in agony and your bodies will decay to dust Dust you are created of and eternal
There's magic in seven virgins after you've gone through million whores. All the longing is still for nothing. And our time gets cut short. Lead me out
There's only one we've all fought for. Give us your grace. We're the eager sons you bear and eat with skies on your face. In all the flesh the craving