There's an infestation in my mind's imagination I hope they choke on smoke cause I'm smoking them out the basement This is not rap, this is not hip-hop Just another attempt to make the voices stop Rapping to prove nothing, just লেখা to say something 'Cause I wasn't the only one who wasn't rushing to say nothing This doesn't mean I হারিয়ে গেছে my dream It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean
Gangsters don't cry Therefore, therefore I'm Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm
Can আপনি save Can আপনি save my Can আপনি save my heavy dirty soul? Can আপনি save Can আপনি save my Can আপনি save my heavy dirty soul? For me, for...
There's miles of land in front of us And we're dying with every step we take We're dying with every breath we make And all fall in line
A stranger's back is all I see He's only a few feet in front of me And all look left and right sometimes But all fall in line
No one looks up anymore 'Cause আপনি might get a raindrop in your eye And heaven forbid, they see আপনি cry As we fall in line
And about this time of every year The Line will go to the ocean pier And walk right off into the sea Then we fall asleep As we near the end of land And our ocean graves are just beyond the sand I ask myself the question, why I fall...