I can smell it on the pavement, it's about to rain. And you can feed me all the pills you want, but you cannot stop the pain. Am I forcing my hand to
It's been three long months I think I've had enough of waiting for you to come home It's been three long years full of blood and sweat and tears I'm
Don't call it off, don't say it's over now Because I call the shots, and when I say it's off it's off Don't call it off, don't say what you think you
So here I am, help me dow Make me feel the way that I'm supposed to feel now Does this seem real Living a lie when you're trying to hide Everything that
proce-e-e-e-e-e-e-ed On fienin on what you need (We give you what you need) -- (3x) Hey, witness grief through startin material You are blinded by lights
the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow! Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow! Oh, yeah-eah! Oh yeah-e-e-e-
pain, breathin' in the game, exhalin' Guilts and the shame, misery and strain What the fuck will tomorrow bring? Look at anthrax, I stand back, hopin' I make it tomorrow
black male Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and crack cells [Unverified] culture or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul for material
logical taste At the end of the race is there a paradise place? Yo, we can't get involved in what the next man is doing Material gain we put too much
game like Sega Go to war like Noreaga, hit like Schawrzaneggar Excitin when I'm fightin I'm frightenin Stick chicks slick in quick like greased lightning Ladies I'll love you all tomorrow
things Not knowing what tomorrow will bring The excitement and mytery in everything Hear the happiness as birds sing CHORUS; Repeat Oh, AS HUMMINGBIRDS FLY AS HUMMINGBIRDS FLY COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL
we create, i'll see you tomorrow, and you'll still feel the pain, i'll see you tomorrow does nothing ever change? i'll see you tomorrow 'cause you mean
the mirror and there's eyes staring clear At the back of your head as you drink And there's no time to think Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
like astronauts with wings of pure intention our rocket ships burn fuel of yesterday while tomorrow is a distance near stagnation when material growth will eat the world away when material
fienin' on what you need (We give you what you need) (We give you what you need) (We give you what you need) Hey, witness grief through startin' material
over ya If I detect ya, I'ma pulverize Dissect your brain, diggin in your skull for lies And I'ma torture, with material iller than a stark ravin
it All your future dreams and everything you promised me Baby I love it The material things but they don't mean that much to me It could all go, tomorrow
Jones I Cry for my ghetto 'cause we keepin us down Instead of helpin each other we behind backs talkin down People killin, jackin, stealin, for material
