Well i?m looking for some kind of anchor, someone to stand taller than me, to pull me up through these falling leaves. i?ve already got so much anger
I?ve gone and lost my sense of self right out the door And back down on the floor again I?m just glad that I?ve got my friends to stand at my back when
I wish that I could say the pain wasn?t enough to keep me awake some nights it was just to much for me to take This road is a dead end when all I want
Well hey, how've you been? It's been so long since you were a friend All of these people inside a room, pretend to care less about themselves than they
This city has become a commercial for itself (and everyone has all gone to hell). So look out for the fall, how did the sea become salt? I asked myself
I know it's late but I've been up for days we haven't spoken in far too long cause I have nothing left to say I'm a mess with all this constant stress
They always said you?d never get anywhere (running your trap), So I ran twice as hard, word for word and yard for yard. They always said you?d never
I?ve gone and lost my sense of self right out the door And back down on the floor again I?m just glad that I?ve got my friends to stand at my back
def leathers pure silks and suede And the gold around my neck will never fade Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And if you can't hear'em thats such
't easy but somebody gotta do it My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash No more room in my diamond stash Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task Gold
shit it's crazy. But once I bust a nut I'm swayze. Sometimes my dick gets hard as a pole. Fucked so many bitches think my dick went gold. I love the
I was young and gay But straight there was a time when I was bold There was a time when each and every play I touched would turn to gold There was a
Such a strange pre-occupation Such a strange peculiar breed How it's shining in its armour Made of gold and made of steel It can strike a chord inside
the songs that we sung when the dark days come are the songs that we sung when we chased them away if I ever found a pot of gold I'd buy bottles
of place to raise kids in Open they eyes to the lies history's told, foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seein' things like I was
christ the king, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: This, this is christ the king, The babe, the son of mary. Why lies he in such mean estate Where
have to rent it Yeah, every day I make the front page news No time to pay my dues I got a million pairs of shoes This is the life I got a solid gold
Hard and cold, like a street of gold It's easy to find but so hard to hold Smooth and strong but it won't last long When the rust sets in, she'll be good