Empty streets fill my mind Autumn has come to numb me blind The end it reaches out for me My soul still calling to be free I want the energy to breathe
Übersetzung: At The Gates. The Scar.
Would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no one here at all, behind these castle walls... [T.I.] Observing the estate through the gate
don't give a fuck} (What the fuck you looking at man?) {I need like five sales in a row, man Y'all niggaz fall back} (What the hell my niggaz at, man,
Force out the demons inside Wake up the evilness A blood streaming bride You?re standing at the gates of fear Let yourself crucify In time for the scare
trees: barren and stark. Some things just fall apart Some memories continue breaking this cold heart And some sons have a hard time Looking at things
ten - the battle will start at over again Disorder of the order - Into the present now Disorder of the order - A madness will last The gates of hell
that something, now ain't that something Yeah when the world is at your gate That won't satiate Why are you crying If you work for nothing at all? Don
want it? The power's comin' Spelled P.W.O.W.R. The bloodiest bars, the ugliest scars On the face of my apes Niggas climbin' the gates Banana clips, hammers
cops versus us And got my glock cocked now I'm ready to bust Aimin' at Jack with two gats, who to shoot at They moved back.. but hold up before we do
: I can't hide the scars I wear from once promising affair I should have never signed that deal the wounds it caused won't heal So be careful of desire
uranium Flyin' low in the shuttle, I'm far from suttle I'm gettin' stared at more than interracial couples I run through airport gates wavin' guns too
upon a man Let me teach you somethin about this game (mmhmm) Let me show you how to swing push pedal, that candy cane On the turf where the law can't scare
: "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..." [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll Yeah, aiyo,
seem like rats at running pace, But you and I are runners too, There's nothing more that we can do, But join the rats down at the starting gate,
th street on 47th is gates and sons where Tech N9ne eats 39th at the bootleg i used to find peace but at the scottish right on lynnwood masons at times
plan got red-tagged You're leaving home with your heart in a handbag I don't know where they found you But I know they'd be lost without you Sanding at the gate