around and played around And now your feeling sad You had me, you lost me And now you want me back You fucked around and played around And now your feeling sad
stuck in jaws, sad clowns parade The crushing whine began its call And pointed fingers at us all In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed The statues grin
I took him some flowers Passed pillars and towers The statue defaced and unclean And though he might lie there I don't think that you care And your graffiti
know it's time to make my move Come on girl, baby I'm one of a kind and I aint got time to lose Let's face it, it's a sad situation when we have to
Uh huh yessir [Mistah Fab:] Put em in I?m Mistah Fab Open up my car let my system blast The beat bang loud make the neighbors mad You gotta be sad when
I'm the hunter who's killed by his dog I'm the statue burnt down into lead I'm the problem you don't want to solve I'm the lover who dies in his bed
this status no purple jus reggie if I ain't have no daddy I'd be diggin [?], I'll still be selling off the store no fresh golds no fresh clothes no bad hoes sad
those trucks sucks I hope she gets through alive Our Lady of the Highways Keep my baby straight tonight Guide her safely down the road Keep her always in the light Let the sad
Rows and rows of crosses Standing in the sand Statues of the fallen Watching over this land The tombs of unknown soldiers Lay tilted in decay Another
the clock so I can't see. It tells me I've laid awake for hours, Devising an equation for my situation. It looms and towers over me like the statue
Do you want to hear something sad? we are but victims of desire I'm gonna shake this day I wanna shake this day before I retire I'm gonna see my friend
me dressed in all black At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat Who died p, I guess it was my homie, black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back It was sad
dressed in all black At a funeral strapped with a chrome gat Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back It was sad
I get hyped, when *bang* the mic's my piece Chorus [maestro fresh wes] Yeah Like franklin, columbo, I'm jumble-la I can run so low, try to obtain my status
fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots for future rain, for future reign Add one more kill to raise your worth It's so sad, cause it's
Shades of weathered statues Made with hands that carved precious marble Through the gothic portal She walks and asks Where her mother's resting in peace
tell it to your brother oh oh money don't matter money don't matter if money don't matter tell me why we bother it makes me mad and sometimes sad it
In their words I could hear them saying It's just a matter of time Anyway it's a long long race been run Anyway it's a sad sad song been sung Dear john