's name was Ray Ray was a farm boy a cowboy and a banker A clerk, a roughneck, a driller A long haul driver, a soldier and a mechanic He was also a friend
Well I hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed Living off the land and taking what he needs Don't say much for the future when a family can
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
shit with a gun in my hand call me cockay Did this straight, bricks ain't large Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
love You got me tripping on my feet My mind starts racing And my heart forgets beat When you start to walk my way I forget where I am Can't find a
All around me are familiar faces Worn out spaces, worn out places Bright and early with the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And the tears are
die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please forgive us cause
face when you speak to me You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me Seeking the, good sess material Asking when's my next video Bitch get a job
on something else rather than sometimes looking at ourselves recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we look within ourselves we could prevent a
I dreamed I was young and smart and it was not a waste I dreamed that there was a point to life and to the human race I dreamed that I could somehow comprehend
go back And all the pain that clothed me Reminds me your motives attack But baby there's no love in that You said you're dying you're dying to try
doomed this night 11 horses swimming in the sea The sea they thought was just a river They're used to this it's probably just a race That helps to ease
doomed this night 11 horses swimming in the sea The sea they thought was just a river They're used to this, it's probably just a race That helps to
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling
ropes like a wrestler if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya another day, another song, a
hawk feel You saw your love betrayed A new order to enslave the world And for you a new battle to fight [BRIDGE] We are the darkness, your own race We
dying My man got AIDS, he was hit hard To get laid, he paid a crack head for a five dollar quick job In the ghettos this stuff you have to find A beer