I saw you as you walked away On a broken road to yesterday And it's not for you, It's not for you A broken heart a picture frame It's a hopeless hand
this road may go? Back to who I was On to find my future Still my heart still needs to know Yes let this be a sign Let this road be mine Let it lead
'll get there soon East of the sun And west of the moon Ooh, never gonna get there later You know, I wanna get there soon Never gonna get there, baby On a desert road
?t use them anymore Him got thousand soldiers with helicopters Preachin?for war in a church Advertizing in a tv show Our Civilisation is on the march And the desert
friend, This song?s for you You?re such a good man, And you really ought to know. That I?m so glad, Our roads have crossed If you hadn?t been on my
devil's creeping He's got us eating from his dirty hands We feast on lies Which makes it hard for us to make a stand Out in the desert there's a forest
shed any tears though Nor even be sad because we know The western desert is the best! I filled a bag with cigarettes and apple wine We'll hit the road
be So entwined in my own lies, surrounded by this make believe I've been held by despondency I should have known the road I chose would run out on me
On with the flow, here we go, sickamo' Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row Niggas didn't catch it anyway They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout
my switchblade nigga [Hook - 2x] We ride on niggas, and disguise on niggas Glock cocked we hop out, and surprise on niggas Fiending to pull another homicide, on
peep out who still come around and aint too many gon' hold you down when you down and not on ya luck but ima be right by your side even when that road
can be quite mean No mock'ries for them No prayers or bells The demented choirs The wailing of shells The boys holding candles On untraveled roads
be quite mean No mock'ries for them no prayers or bells the demented choirs the wailing of shells the boys holding candles on untraveled roads
it was never easy but i found a way well the journey was hard and the road was tough there were times when i cried lord i've had enough please don't desert
we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why
a desert that can never be drenched I'll show you a thirst that can never be quenched temptation chronicles, the story of my life been spent on a dose
like he walks with me When I am weary, and filled with despair Who gives me courage to go on and on and on from there And who gives me faith I will
you know we on the creep Nigga, I'm holdin' it [Hook] [Tony Yayo] Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road