between, dream and this cold world Helplessly trying to keep Little bit of my sanity sand's running out of my hourglass Quietly I start to wait the burning
it all [Pre-chorus] There's no love... [Chorus] Who is The One? who will you turn to? (and) when the day is done who's The One you fear? The world
ball tells it all [Pre-chorus] There's no love... [Chorus] Who is The One? who will you turn to? (and) when the day is done who's The One you fear
in between, dream and this cold world Helplessly trying to keep Little bit of my sanity sand's running out of my hourglass Quietly I start to wait the burning
what you live you gotta cope with things that used to smell like shit dislike it integrate, do not communicate compromise yourself one more day to pray one
: [HEAVEN SHALL BURN] No one will shed a tear With frozen souls and darkened eyes We're marching to the point of no return No sorrow strong enough to
get no points for ya jump shot As soon as the sun rise we back on the block The stress got me feelin' like an old man And I stay on point for that red
me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn
open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka
know is that G-Unit work When theb album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Don't point
with King David I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son *click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun
round and round Switch gears till you won't come down I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn
Can never press rewind You play the part that?s so unreal We can xxxxxxx , now pay the price Watch me walk away You try and talk about pictures burning
my own, they'll tell you're not alone Locked behind those bars of you, wish there was a way I could help, too young to know what to do, lessons burn the point
broke as me, I like that When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh) The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true And glowed like burnin
