they'll drown in their firey grave cherrishing the memories of better times (verse) And If I survive this nite I can't wait to see the look on your
m slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh) So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha) I ain't here to drop knowledge on
girl Here in the real world I gave you my love, but that wasn't enough To hold your heart when times got rough And tonight on that silver screen
become the King of the Silver Screen. I stare at the ceiling there; I know where I belong. I two step with Fred Astaire or fighting old King Kong. I can be any hero
will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back, Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
one lies on the silver screen in between real and dream like a scream Hollywood black I'm caught in the middle Hollywood black Same story different eyes here's where the hero
Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on the
to know who you are! Your achievements defy belief from the belly of the beast Rising like yeast, My release from low self esteem Came when I saw you rapping on my TV screen
little trickery On kids who never favored me Those were years of crinoline slips And cotton skirts and swinging hips And dangerously painted lips And stars of stage and screen
my jacket bloom. Insert the veteran who consecutively come wit' shit yet again. On the dance floor, chicks get horny. Hopin' that they all move on me
straighten this out, how long would it last? Every night you hear the bullets blast Even if you in the suburbs every night, you see the footage flash across your screen
for the knife Voicemail numbers On an old computer screen Rows of lovers Parked forever in a dream Screaming sirens Echoing across the bay To the old boats From the city far away Homeless heroes
: Well I was there on the day They sold the cause for the queen, And when the lights all went out We watched our lives on the screen. I hate the ending
just a boy In times of youthful hero worship My kind have been molded by images on the screen Brought up to emulate the big Guns Just another guest on
s own on speaker Said he's back with poems got their domes all leaked up To get back on the thrown and become young leaders Oprah put it on my culture
thunder, and I got mo' wraps than Mumra, mean green like that super hero with the lantern and ring, then watch bootleg cable on a 60 inch screen Champagne
