't you turn again Blow away the rain Blue season, turn away. Wind in the evening, dust in your eye Heart full of shadow and cloud in your sky Everything's
where everything's ending here and all the sterile striking it defends an empty dock you cast away and rain upon your forehead where the mist's for hire if it's
first I quench your thirst, my rhymes'll fill ya till ya burst Get serious, coz what we're gonna do for you You know it's true we gotta second album
one on they motherfuckin' hit list Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters That's they value, that's
One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled,
, you're a full moon, let's stay up She went to see a Mystic who made medicine from rain And gave up her existence to feel everything, dream others'
me a chance to get it through You are the flavour to my song That's why I wanna be, wanna be with you Stop, clear the stage so we can get busy Open
me no more Four months later some nigga?s kick down my door Denied unemployment pay, bills everyday In a separate room with myself is where I laid In the mist
and the guns that we care-on [Chorus: Z-Ro] [Scarface:] It's like the ghetto got a heart and a soul A mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat die
Everything?s ending here And all the sterile striking it Defends an empty dock you cast away And rain upon your forehead Where the mist?s for hire If it?s
the mist begins to clear I've never seen the rain Look so beautiful So now it's like our hands never touched It's like we never said goodbye I couldn
hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin This kid proficient in, every position The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision 'Til it's quite clear
your shadow Offering me your hands No more time, no more fear Now everything is so clear No more anguish, I'm no more alone The last drop falls, everything's
on they motherfuckin' hit-list... Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters That's they value, that's