Cry for the greed Cry for tomorrow Cry for the need Cry for your sorrow Cry for the death Cry for yourself Cry for all your regret Cry for tomorrow Cry for
me from day one Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing And paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for it Eventually
birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry
woke up, bar codes on my forehead It's a living nightmare, my families all dead I gotta call Fred but no dial tone I'm out for self 'cuz I'm gonna die
up, bar codes on my forehead, it's a living nightmare, my families all dead. I gotta call Fred but no dail tone, I'm out for self cuz I'm gonna die alone
me from day one Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing and paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for it eventually
