Every last ounce of sympathy, every last bit of emotion Saturated with this bitterness and situations, stacked end on end end on end And tonight there
Fordítás: Tragédia. Leszáll az éj.
Another foggy night in London town All the dreamers are asleep No one understands what I have found No, not even me Foolishly, I fall To the obvious
can change If one of us ain't free then we all to blame So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang It's all the same across the board we fall
From drugs abusin, this is thug amusement Bloods and Crips, huggin the strips Lovin they clips, sittin on dubs in they whips Folks, GD's and vice lords, when night falls
First night I spent in California I was homeless in a Venice beach It was all a dream came to California at seventeen little nigga tryna bubble up from
dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall
beer? Water's a good idea Wish that bar lady'd appear, and come serve over here Where the fuck could they be? Still not over in the corner This nights a tragedy
I had a bad dream and as the night progressed Drenched in silliness I watched it all unfold Oh dear, if there is any truth to this Somebody wake me and
inhuman, the mounting of a tragedy macabre resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise driven by hunger for vengeance we're left with little
Every word that falls from my lips falls on deaf ears and I suffocate Now righteousness cast aside thrown to the ground I close my eyes and I see you
Night winds, cold & melancholy Wail a blue from holly Oh, my tragedy Like a misery meant for only me While I linger weary 'neath a willow tree Right
is that it's serious This is a strange enough new play on words I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend The rest of your nights with the light on
excuses that you turned your little life around You were born into violence You weave pain, ain't nuttin' but a g thang Anyway, you better get him 'fore he get you Fuck around, fall
get up when I fall You see, given a time ill face, I cant slow the pace Gotta move a little faster, aint nobody on my side I pray every night, feel like
fog Our one last word can be heard and then There is silence everywhere Tragedy born in the mist of void Chilly wind blows straight into our faces Tragedy
