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They're sendin' the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in the Pacific, they say he was the best
Now he's in his "civies"
Headin' home like

little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride

It's a cold word
Menace
Heartless
Jones (Menace, Flow Jones Menace)
Gimme that 
Gimme that, Gimme that, alladat

Go go (Uh!)
Uh! Gimme that neck

on the wrong side
Been on my Heaven returning
So far from perfect, I needed Surgery
Jesus the surgeon, I've been on a leave from
My worship, I may clock out but

as far
As the four-way stop where we first met, trying hard to forget
Going nowhere

Oh, I just wanna get out of here
Standing frozen in the clear

high
Partying in Dubai
We breaking out of the sky
Moon shot when we fly yeah
Paper hand just might cry
Price could blow your mind
Won't let it pass me by

And Then There Was Silence

Blind Guardian

A Night at the Opera

2002

things they will go wrong
The end is getting closer day by day)
In shades of grey
We're doomed to face the night
Light's out of sight

Since we've

Call Out His Name
Written by Brooklyn Nicole


Vs.1
When you feel lost, nowhere to go
Call out His name
When you are found, and at home
Continue

and that
Just to find out they on the very same track
Bunch of hamster wheels spinning all around me
Noses in the air, head swollen in the clouds
Makes me

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

research
Discount flee shirts & financial fitness,
....Cop a ounce of sour dee, supporting small business
Drive bys in a Studebaker
Traded in my Popeye's for

Duct Tape - DZAN 



(Verse One) 

Back on my dark shit 

That black heart harsh shit 

The Mars bars far shit 

This is how it started 

Young in

the slave trade i got to watch the people by me
Like the slave trade i got to watch whoever by me
The streets so cold
I don't go nowhere with out my heater
I

wear 42 chains i’ma get
Another hole in each ear and I’ma
Start rocking four earrings at
A time, and I’m coming out
Dolo, Holla at your boy, man

Yeah

You pussy niggas be mumbling 
And Im praying out loud 
That current money keep coming in
Them cash deposits the feds be wondering How I’m coming (Fuck

And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball

Jesus 
That I’m marked by
Ain’t a slave no more 
Yo boy free 

Yeah the fights hard 
But ain’t knocked out

This that last round 
And I’m Ali 

Tunnel

really need
All I need is my Sweet Jesus

I need Jesus by my side at all
Times or I won't make it
There's so many things in my life that
There's sometimes

so
Far out it was almost in
In the middle in the middle of nowhere
Sadness talked with me as I walked
The streets of my memory
Streets that seemed

Home

Marc Broussard

Bootleg to Benefit the Victims of Hurricane Katrin

2005

"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in

Home

Marc Broussard

Carencro

2004

"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my

Live It Up

Sheryl Crow

Wildflower

2005

You get high-jacked, waiting at the bus stop
By Jesus, who's working at the pawn shop
Escaped by, barely in the picture
But never far from

written to my young man
Not far from being your own man
Boy, you're growing fast
Evident by the fewer questions that you ask
Still, I tell you the promised

Rest In Power Prince Jones
Black Lives are endangered like never than before
When it’s time it will rain, more justice, it will pour
You say call it that