bogus, now we right back at him Say the war is our motive Wake up early in the streets of the block, streets of the block He posted up on the corner
and love, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does. A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, or being in a dream, or
wake up) We hold on, and on We hold on, and on Oh, Dr. John (Another day, another wake up) We hold on, and on We hold on, and on (Another day, another wake up
You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights Ifs the slowest corner known to man Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights With a bottle
Let me off the Terror Wheel Shut up bitch Looks like it's nighty night time Only some of you won't be waking up Ahahahaha! As for the rest of you Sit
This for my man yo... word up [Radio transmission] "I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden." "Uh, drug related?" "The usual." I don
Like use some sense And on them days I was feeling I was paining inside It wasn't me It was my inner feeling coming alive I remember waking up like I
've found no equal The tyranny there makes all the rest pale There I met O'Brien The defender from Ulster He'd left Ireland burning Came here for the wake
you wanna be Whatever you wanna see Whatever you wanna see I was awoken by the morning light My heart felt heavy, I wasn't quite ready To wake up or make up
will you just do your time and fade away Down into the Jackson Cage Baby there's nights when I dream of a better world But I wake up so downhearted girl
now we right back at him Say the war is our motive Wake up early in the streets of the block, streets of the block He posted up on the corner like a
me and so I came I'll come runnin' when you call my name Cuz I'm no stranger, I'm no stranger to shame I said I'm no stranger, I'm no stranger to shame
gassed us, Chinese foods induce asthma Roaches run fast, the rats run faster This feeling got a few cracks, the corner's flooded Tell me who want it, we wake up
I've found no equal The tyranny there makes all the rest pale There I met O'Brien The defender from Ulster He'd left Ireland burning Came here for the wake