my head to the shoulders,
down to my legs over boulders, moving with the limp of
Whether it's peace, or whether it's life,
whatever you like
Paradise
From my head to the shoulders,
down to my legs over boulders
Moving with the limp of a soldier
Whether it's peace, or whether it's life,
whatever you like
So many angles to decipher this code I stayed
writing many nights in the cold
Stayed writing by the light from my stove
My game tightened like a vice
in your throat
Couldn't calculate the price of a soul
Despite liking the life I write like light
And it strikes my sight,
inspires others to higher heights
That's real talk
It was stated
We made it cause we was dedicated
Wishing I could find a better way to state
it
We positioned the fader like
Michelin
Reconditioning and transmission
Advanced with the mission
A man with a vision of higher living I'm
planning to get up to try and get it
Then we ran with it, hand in hand with it
Rambling in the rain
Gambling on whether or not this liquor
could ever stop the pain
Chase it away,
erase every face in this matrix
At least I see a way to escape it
Whether it's peace, whether it's life,
whatever you like
From my head to the shoulders,
down to my legs over boulders
Moving with the limp of a soldier
Whether it's peace or whether it's life
Let me like
Paradise
From my head to the shoulders
Down to my legs over boulders
Moving with the limp of a soldier
Whether it's peace or whether it's life
Let me like
Paradise
Live from the ills,
finger to the ear with another editorial
Swinging like the
Orioles, watch the story build
from the glory hills
Watch step through the map,
with the
Unabomber on my back in the track
And a suit with armor through the dawn
and all the drama since the summer of
Osama
Man I'm trying to drop it in
a way you can ponder
But sometimes the words wander,
and I wonder
And the two equal,
where the fuck is my corner?
Lost in the
Honda, bright white sky,
half gray might thunder
Passing a hummer, mind flash, focus on
Times
Square num bers
Divided by skill,
subtracted by the rhythm of a hundred dollar bill
Chill, brain racing in the
Attica, priest through the scars
You would think it's
Attica, the way the addicts is vanishing,
bang on the bars
Against all odds,
covered with grease in the garage
Whether it's beach,
whether it's life or delight
From my head to the shoulders,
down to my legs over boulders
Moving with the limb of a soldier
Whether it's peace,
whether it's life
Whether you like it or not
We ad vertise