no bounds I'd love to sleep With the whole town Caught between these steaming sheets I made my bed And now she waits Full of hopes and future plans
Lost your mind well don't you think its time To swim away from the saftey of these beaches Trust the tides they know which way to flow And don't you
backbone's made of Yoga has a host and hidden meaning All in the cause of a war Head and heart into battle Hold your hands up and feel the rain Falling and
And when you took that stand I was so proud of you And now I'm not so sure You should have let them through And when the curtain fell I saw you standing
Hold my tongue there's nothing I can say to you You tie me up with words You tie me up with words I'm so lost you say that you'd pray for me You'd smother
Awake bear the mark and wear the crown of thorns Awake build me up and knock me down Now that I'm free You can be cheerleader in my hit parade Now that
Where'd you steal that song Picked the bones of ancient ones Once they're in your house they stay forever Where'd you learn those moves? From my anger
and I walked out the door My God I'm calling to you The journey was hard but then we broke through I really do move in mysterious ways And so do you
love, God is love And her lover I'll be I long to leave the world in ecstacy Dance with me around this fire The dance of bad angels who'd love to fly
Passing over Passing over Time runs through you Time to move on No more hiding No more holding No more searching Searching for peace Let it go, let
it They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit Back East summer MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme Proof and you
Left Los Angeles a short while ago Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head
on it They head and they earl to the toilet and vomit Back East summer MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bulletproof and Supreme Proof and
, bring the clip shells And Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me And down to scrap, raise 'em from that True tradition, raise 'em up and gangsta
i compete with I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love And i aint even talkin street shit Young angel, young lie and im done
and out of the booth I Watch your videos eyes closed on mute This is for Fams & Fans who held me down Like a anchor through the cancer, joy and anger
and they knew that I was gone, I was labeled as a bad seed said I needed therapy In and out of schools for drug abuses and vulgarities Sent away so many
