At the end of the road, he calls everyone home And the fire will consume us, striking through to the bone At the end of the road, you will soon hear him
will do anything Talk to you like I might care anything Rippled by the nightmare, moonshine distillery Back road to villiany Military start at the part
of the struggle? Everyday tryin' to piece this puzzle And every second I'm out on the hustle, I sit and I gussle Hopin' reality done pass me by, right on by
jokin' son Jasmine holdin' the smokin' gun By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest As I fell I'm not thinkin' of death Still fallin
into a new world and seek this fortune And suited himself to the times with extortions A hustle that was ruled by men and murder He earned enough for
And the rain grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain) Of betrayal, murder revenge Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end In the hall of the lobby
Camaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallways The narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows I spit To keep the real alive to have tommorow Murderer
Touched by the hands that have murdered a million Unarmed patrons' fists raised They don't wanna listen to the bullshit being fed to them spoonful
carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths started on
dough for the pussy by the hour Where the fuck them whores at, get your dough, mama I'm ride till the end of the road, baby This life gonna drive me
look at my life and i realize i dont wanna let go, (no) im tryin to survive i dont wanna die, im searchin the best road, never playing myself, by playing with death
be? It's Judgement Day as we speak And it ain't no other road, no death is the only way to go So murder is comin' to get us, pin us, all within time
York City and get murdered by flocks of sheep, Who square dance circles inside a box of beats. The California Dream sequences end quick. Couldn't
And the rain grew to a foul meditation [sound of rain] Of betrayal, murder revenge Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end In the hall of the lobby
real world is carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths
nothin no jokin son Jasmine holdin the smokin gun By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest As I fell I'm not thinkin of death Still
