Now I'm high in the city Feel the evening air The crowds in the city Compete for a share It's all so busy, a complete affair Down here... As I
You have one letter left to send With no beginning and no end You saw them in the park The laughter in the dark, oh no How can you face him and pretend
We were dancin' in the middle We could hardly hold our heads up I think we had too much to drink I remember wondering what they'd think Da, da, da
One morning when the mist came down I woke up early and I looked around My baby slept, the sky was blue I started walkin' thinkin' only of you Up
Spectators line the avenue The players step out right on cue And every night just seems the same Nameless faces play their game The midnight gamblers
Golden rings and hair tied with ribbon Early spring when winter's forgiven Laughing past pleasures warm by the fire Come inside Silver vase, take
up to write this song 2AM - paper/pen - contemplating The struggle we're engaged in - Does anybody really even care? But then I thought of your letter
do Chorus Send me a letter from heaven, send me a letter from heaven Do you wait for me my girl, oh oho Send me a letter from heaven, a little letter
a thug, the product of a broken home Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America f**ked up and
Swearing one day you might leave me for someone thats richer Twist the cap off the bottle I Take a sip And see tommorrow Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow Reading love letters
little eye Cheer them on to their rivals Cause America can, and America can't say no And America does, if America says it's so It's so And the
of course to the F for trading our american flags For all black rags, 'cause to them we ain't shit but welfare niggers and poor white trash Dear America
years Then a letter came from Molly and confirmed my deepest fears She would no longer wait for me, she'd found a better man I might have been in America
Government, Mobsters bury G's These Black leaders hate me like they Pharisees Everything I do the Pharaoh sees The Mayan calendar checker, for updates on America The letters
: Are you fucking crazy america? Are you fucking crazy bill clinton? Are you fucking crazy george w. bush? If you are sane I must be crazy If you are
phat when the clip in, boy, I mean business We got beef for the teeth, with soy bean niggas Redman & Method Man, stay in the lab America meet the new
est e c'e di bello che e maggio e non piove piu la radio in F.M. della parte di la batte musica O.K. E piu di un po' che non scrivo piu lettere ma