: Starting at chapter one, You?re so predictable. The story starts in the middle, the middle of the song. And when the job wakes with the years and sounds
gga from here With a little ambition just what we can become here, And as the father passed his story down to his sons ears, Younger kid, younger every year
me in action. Monday nights... when the half ends. When you ten years in... holla back then. [Chorus:] They gunnin for me. Wanna see me fall. You know my story
geah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah.. [Jay-Z] You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin And I only use his waist to keep my glock in But when shit goes down
not to mention three shots close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta Down in Nevada, ha ha,
father knew in the towns of Mexico My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years
the glass, And though the sun shines down upon them, They are frightened in the grass. How stark is the here and now. When night does fall comes a stallion
are closing and the schools are falling down the Tories got the lifeboat and the rest of us can drown And everyday we get the same ol' story just another
: Lyrics & Music: G. Prinsky I remember years ago A little girl with her laughter From high up on on your shoulders you would tell Me stories,
down on us but in the fall, she'd shed them all to the autumn of our souls in the meadow, I unraveled them friendly old moon smiled down on us
adolescence now decades long You would think so by looking around In a minute it might be gone Falling down, shaking hips All the time I like to tell stories
great tree had fallen and died They knew from the ashes a new one would thrive Now years may have passed since the tale I have told Yet the truth of this story
you so Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it down [eh] Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it down
model 'til she catch lockjaw Got the dough you get a year, stashed in my sock drawer Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw Top dog would not fall
alive Oh, keep your tragic lack of action Keep your sleepy satisfaction Darkness in depth and denial Oh, if you stay, you'll be around To see ten years sink down
seem to feel the same way After all, one who stands for nothin falls for anything So um, Tre Little why don't you stand up first? Tell 'em your story [
one life to live, Let us around, What's that sound? It's goin' down [Chorus:] Fuck all y'all, Fuckin' with my mind, Until you all fall, Misanthropy
down my yellow brick road Where we write my script until my storys been told See, I got a little money and my lifes been up Now I'm fallen and I can't