and gambling promise you'll always go straight Ten years have passed since that parting that promise I've broke I must say I started in gambling for past time and
the angels called her this parting we all have to pay She called me close to her bedside and these are the words she did say Son don't start drinking and
first and most wonderful love Chorus and i would love to be the one to walk to you home and i would love to be the one to walk to you home said i would
have passed since that parting that promise I've broke I must say I started drinking for past time at last Lord I was just like them all I bet my clothes and
jewels, and Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentine See what I mean, livin' with the scum of the earth Hit with plenty of time
And the waves and the tide The dam had to burst And the currents collide With the flood of emotion I can no longer hide We should be close As stars are
earth y'all the fire water and sky under his home under his clothes under his belt its the varientsister?? tones i never regret the wake and the as the
(uh-uh) love that I lost and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed and this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle with and
shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range And change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and
And weeds grow now where flowers used to be I walked up close looked through the picture window The past was oh so clear as I looked through I listened close and
house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months
weed, jewels and Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food and Dentyne See what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth Hit with plenty of time
on this song Couldn't keep me home Close up the wind blow Get in the car and close up the window lookin' in far and Ya'll better be holler me for
at you... ii. Pictures/Lighthouse (Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.) iii. Eyewitness No time now for contrition: the time for that's long past. The walls are thin as tissue and
and i but i wasnt alone in fact it felt that picture of a beach w/ footprints and the sand you know the poem hanging in grandmas home where does love
a trip that I had taken to the canyons And you told me of a river that had cut through time Leaving only the pictures of long dead sons and daughters And
You see time stops still in the eye of the storm The foundation of my home where my rhyming was born It's a rhythmic reality, a remedy through riddles
Close to town but not to the city Far from home but near my family No water views but so close to the sea I see, this is how my little life could be And