Step by step we are born again Disconnected, we separate our lives from... Kill the sound with a farrot wire Set a stage and clear the air Taste the
fray We'll reside in the dirt alongside the dead We'll do whatever it takes We must come out alive We must come out alive We all have a dream Black as night
away Goodbye Goodbye night The daybreak's coming early We will pass the world away This isn't just another page, I swear it I will write and we will pass
note - "you're welcome now" All your life you've been told that you're never good enough Never fast enough, never smart enough Underground, we're all the same down here
we left behind Pick up where we left off? It's impossible, impossible We're better off to go our separate ways The radio burns this dimly lit room This night
ve been crying you suspect You'll never know for sure I've shed tears to bring you back I don't know what worse Knowing you're not here, or that I'll
home I'm standin' here beneath these billboard lights Takes me back to those autumn nights Hometown bleachers packed real tight As we marched down the
nuts, no glory No nuts, no glory Thug stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories You wanna hear some thug stories? We
we're stepping out of here You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in huh huh! You better think again my friend Because the door is closed and we
we all could have Those tiny magic wings But we live in a world with wars It's not like it was before We won't find our happy ever after here It's not where we
that? Journalists? We're journalists too, we could strike back Hardcore reporters with orders from headquarters Behind enemy lines, sidestepping the borders With press passes, we
Turn the lights down (Way down low) Turn up the music (Hi as Fi can go) All the gang's here (Everyone you know) It's a crazy scene (Hey there just look
alot hotter Fake snakes smilin right in your face Play this a lot smarter {Joe Mafia} Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance We the same
crippled them Our World is different like Whitley and Wayne man They say we look the same but we ain't chasin' the same thing It all boils down to they
in the city is really, no nuts, no glory, no nuts, no glory, glory glory... [Hook - Krayzie Bone] Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We
home I?m standin? here beneath these billboard lights Takes me back to those autumn nights Hometown bleachers packed real tight As we marched down the
all night again Party-time wasting is too much fun Then I step back thinking Of life's inner meaning And my latest fling It's the same old story All love and glory
a hundred to a mil, done it all with 'caine Turn a hustle to a label done it all with brains And I told em all down, done it all with change Look him
