through Lettin' me really know what sin do Listen 'cause the hurt cut me deep like a ginsu [chorus] This life Caught up in the fame In the end will
singin' my song but you're seein' me wrong So what's the matter with me? This is the belief, the belief The religion has arisen from the deep, from the deep
a time 5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep 8
art of that war, fuck war We can take it to the streets, muthafuck bone an it's on when we meet Never ride alone 'cause I roll one deep Black four-five
an' analyze my qualities You've crossed all apologies, my lifetime policy Plus playin' for keeps in these New York streets To get deep, so hold heat,
crooked ass scheming alligator No one can stop us cause we quick to catch the fever of the flavor Punk fool nuthin can save you You crossed the line boy
need But we all lose direction In a world of greed People's lives end in ruin Some people's lives never start Someone knows what you're doing Deep in
life's journey Take Jesus as your daily guide Though you may feel pure and saintly Without him walkin by your side But when you come to make the crossing
as your daily guide Though you may feel pure and safe here, Without Him walking by your side But when you come to make the crossing At the end of lifes
What if I lost you You found out all 27 out on the east end Brought upon closeness Well many times we walked upon the fine line But have me crossed it
. Rough surface - murderous red! Even in the air, Which is still guiding quiet and understandable! I feel the slippery, whispering, Rainy dead end street, Hanging deep
's not wait, let's cross the river now We could sit for years staring at our fears Oh, they're such pretty things, they're so cute But in the end they
'll be the death of me I dare I dare you to cross the line again Because deep down inside There's something that waits to be Cross the line again Because deep
. Ships at night we pass each other by one stormy crossing Now in dry-dock solitude we reminisce and wait For "trade-winds" that will guide us 'cross
here weeping, chasing dreams is like shadow leaping. The face behind the mirror - an unrecognised reflection, his eyes look old and tired - filled with bitter recollection. The cross
no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side Though, I've carried my cross Worn my heart on my sleeve Still deep inside something has died
no longer feel part of Each day is a thorn in my side Though I've carried my cross - worn my heart on my sleeve Still deep inside something has died.
Seems to me you were snake-bitten from day one Absent somehow when they shot off the right from the wrong gun Always swimming in the deep end of your