and I'll tell you a bedtime story. I'll tell you a bedtime story that's not for all children. It's a very special story, that only special children will
won't let me live here anymore Then I will walk yes I will walk With patience through that open door I have no fears, angels follow me wherever I may go I
. A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, Follow her down past the fountain where they
, I should have called your bluff. I guess I was too off the handle, not sentimental enough. Maybe someday, you'll believe me when I say That I wanted
is good, you know GOD is great and everyday I wake I gotta thank him for my life and even though its hard I know I make mistakes I give it everything
the pressure point And a point where I break your hand in nigga yeah [Krayzie] I beg your pardon my nigga but how do you know me I roll in your city
niggas, you know that we care And cough up weed wit a me peoples [?] and I believe 'em Rest In Peace, son When I hit the hater hater, where will I go?
glock 'n Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n, This perfect getaway, From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences, Rippin' up the trench and, I'm bailing
that bore him, Answered the call that held in thrall His father's heart before him. Jean Louis Dominic sailed away Further than love could find him Yet
or it will, it will, one of them will destroy the other .... I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul The classicist, the posture in avant-garde I
But how can I win, when I'm paralyzed? They crawl up on my bed, wrap their fingers roun* my throat. Is this what I get for the choices that I made?
all the riches it will bring; When people come to see it, for money we will purify their souls, their souls; With my knife I'll kill this man, I'll send him
Time to grab my things, I'm heading for the hills; They've found a tourist attraction, Yes my little hideaway, It's a tourist attraction, it will never
: Yea, webby I'm back an I ain't goin nowhere count on that lets go Still I'm off the chain webby need a leash I'm consistently givin shit that's cleaver
Some of these people think i'm famous well shit I guess I am, its like every time I go out in CT and see a fan their like "Webby your the man" and i'm
know the address And only I know it So forget searching on MapQuest. This is madness, I need my perscriptions Before I start flippin', A Vicodin should fix him
for what? I try to give a fuck But I can't Cause it sucks to be me But I am who I am And I am just a man Who will stand with his hands In front of him
worth. And for what? I try to give a fuck but I can't cause it sucks to be me but I am who I am and I am just a man who will stand with his hands in front