I wake and stare at the people outside my window at night.
Boy do I love this big city life.
I sometimes ride down to the park on hot summer’s nights.
Just to watch the hoochie momma’s shaken their thing all night.
Damn, I love this big city life...
I hang out with the boyz on the corner at night.
Boy do I love this big city life...
I did my first ride by the other night.
Boy do I love this big city life...
My girl just had my child last Friday night.
Boy do I love this big city life...
We celebrated her birth by getting high.
Then all of a sudden I was the victim of a ride by.
Now, here I lay in the trauma ward fighting for my life...
I had now become the latest victim of this big city life.
These sky’s are my prison
And if we could die in heaven
Only the sky’s would be my prison
And yes we we’re dreaming
We just couldn’t leave the riches and luxuries of this life
My friend
I truly miss the comfort
The misery of drowning in the night
I’m giving you something in writing
It’s no longer pain
It’s something like a human substance in lightning
Just like you
I to, would like to witness peace
It brings me back to those lonely days
I’d lay shivering in unsanitized sheets
Hard times and jealousy
Left me a desire to murder my savior
Envy remains a tempted favor
And when it rains
I can hear him calling my name
Another sunrise
It’s there, under the stars, beneath the sky’s
A world of temptation in his eyes
Lets go there, lets escape this city of nothing
Yet the sky’s are my prison
And if we could die in heaven
Only the sky’s would be our prison
And we could escape this city of nothing
another day goes by in my world
another day with no one to hold
no one there to watch me sleep
only me a worthless heep
no mater what goes down
the city is safe and sound
the roses wraped arround your crown
never wilts when it the sun goes down
theres light again another day
words cant say what i cant say
the insomnia broken down
colapse in pain onto the ground
im on the outside looking back in
a broken body decks the halls
the ballance tipped from side to side
limed with the essance of foolish pride
no mater what goes down
the city is safe and sound
the roses wraped arround your crown
never wilts when it the sun goes down
Kansas City nightfall
in a rose-petal garden
Take the Easton & George
to the end of the line
He's been put down to slaughter
turned ash till he rose
To take vengeance on the spirit
The darkness that glows
Free dreams may assault you
so cover up your soul
When he finds you in the garden
the future is recalled
Return to Goliath
put your sling upon your arm
Show the glory of the moment
The turns of right and wrong
Cleopatra's in the river
sunlight for the flames
Rain down upon the heavens
the beat beneath the page
Ticonderoga battles dewfall
the blast that forged the seed
That fertilizes feeling
The riches and the reeds
It's a Manmade
evolution revolution
Axles, fractals, tin-can constitution
raining beds of clovers
On a Kansas City wall
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