Looking down, 30,000 miles above the ground, the guy behind me says he's scared to death. Can't sit still and he's short of breath, but no one hears
Wake me up at 4 in the morning, I wanna see the sun come up. I know you don't really care but it's something I've been dreaming of. Get me out of this
on the other side I been thinking bout you day & night With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know One thing I been keepin it real, you lil one
with a new style) A special shout goes out to East New York Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene Styles upon styles, but I don't think so Cause people only rock one
to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin' tryin' to make ends meet. So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets. And then the on other one that
And, it goes down nigga know what I'm saying I don't know what the fuck y'all niggas gonna do But it goes down (niggas don't get no love from the hood
at their ends I just really, really wanna go home I promise to get a job go to school and leave drugs alone but he aint going for it In other words kissing
time at all. Father and the son, not too young to be old, reach out for each other when the world goes cold. Feel so good to be home. Are you ready
friends and everyone listen I brought news from my homeland I'll tell you how we live and what goes on From my beloved homeland.) [Verse one, Apl.De
my friends and everyone listen I brought news from my homeland I'll tell you how we live and what goes on From my beloved homeland.) [Verse one, Apl.
called home The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme Well my heart's in the Highland, I can only get there one step at a time. I'm listening
heart goes cold I followed that dream through the southwestern tracks That dead ends in the two-bit bars The promise was broken, I was far away from home
goes cold I followed that dream through the southwestern flats That dead ends in two-bit bars And when the promise was broken I was far away from home
their fucking tricks again Conspiracy Theory! For all the world to know Devide and Conquer! What a fucked up world You try to make headlines of foreign affairs While back at home, no one
Single thing Other than what a beautiful state I'm in. 'Cause the world's still spinnin' round.) It goes round and round, It goes round and round, And it goes
verbal-the verbal combat, position number one" "Because, this is how it should be done" "Set it off" [Outro: Classified - talking] This how it goes (
2] I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bag pipe Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price Known for Alexander Keiths and the Donair Home
I hear this town it never goes to sleep And I will catch the taxi driver Weeping like a wounded beast Then I wake up in your room Share one piece of
