Tekst :

Well it s late in the hour and a few more grains of sand will fall
On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss
Now I feel the worst is near
I hold them close and count they re years
And pray a ray of light appears
To shine down on us here

Breakdown in the shape of things to come
But I move along like a soldier
And I say now when all is said and done
It s not ours to break, the shape of things to come

There s a crack in the clouds, but only for a moment now
Like an owl looking out, the blue sky spies the roads we will go down
I wonder what they hold for us, I hold my family to my breast
I feel the worst and hope the best will come to see us blessed

Breakdown in the shape of things to come
But I move along like a soldier
And I say now when all is said and done
It s not ours to break, the shape of things to come
Hey! Hey!

Give me one more try in what I ll change
I won t deny the thought is strange
I ve done my best and now we ll ? myself

Breakdown in the shape of things to come
But I move along like a soldier
And I say now when all is said and done
It s not ours to break, the shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come

Alienated there with myself, myself is someone else.There s noone handcuffed in the place onthat day, redo the day or die. That s all I think of but for no lies will I deny. That I hate myself-that I hate myself for all the blackened days that came...

I d stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips
How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips
When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming
And I m lost inside this darkness and I fear I won t survive

I could pray and trick with a double...

[Intro: Obie Trice]
Yeah
Ay, Em, you ready?
Herc, you got them thangs nigga? (you know)
Detroit city!

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
There they go, them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there s war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

[1st verse:...

Just give me a steel guitar, a glass of wine
And let me drink to a love I thought was mine
A love I thought was true to me
But now I m drinkin to her memory
A steel guitar and a glass of wine...

See it´s like that,
sick of brothers flashing the cash,
and the ladies that be pimping their ass,
but that kinda ´ish´ it goes on and on
it don´t stop
see couse you...
Gotta treat me like a real lady,
if u wanna get with me,
I´m not that kinda...