The more I try, the more I fall I finally see the writing on the wall The problem lives in what I see A separate Him outside a separate me In a desert
I've called it quits a thousand times But I've left your lies lying on my mind I'm through with you, won't make a deal I'm getting off this effort-wheel
A windblown sky on a desert plain A sea of burning sand that's never seen the rain Stumbling along with his water gone Dried-up tears and a longing for
Mary was engaged to wed A baby inside barred the way Joseph was to make her leave But things aren't always as they seem A baby in a manger lay Helpless
Where will we walk in heaven fair? The streets are made of gold Oh, what's beneath that shining path? A dirt and gravel road The body is the earthly
Seems I've always waited for someone Almost like it was a part of me I never seemed to find someone to lean on Disappointment always brought me to my
Heaven's Father, eternal Flame Fulfill Your Word in Jesus' name I'm reaching upward to the realms unseen To hold Your Word in defiant belief Promise
My father was an old man, he worked so hard and long He asked me to believe that he had all that he could want Holding up his hands he said, ?These hands
(featuring Ron Isley) [Ron Isley singing] Swizz Beatz, show 'em what they dealin with Wooo! Oh yeahhhh! Ahh Yeahh [Ron Isley singing - Chorus x2]
Heights Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo Back on the block
living man [Hook - 2x] [Lil Ron] Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted That's tragic, happened right on my block
' my nigga K, Kool and Whop Green Lantern had my shit on the block Killed it in Flex now these labels tryin' to jump on our cock If we could get Sheek album we'll sign D-Block
a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick Two hardhead
Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus: So when you see me on your block
Mike Tyson The proof is in the puddin', just ask the Shawn Holman I'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman So when you see me on your block
The temperature got tempers flaring people sweat, the weather hot They argue and they fret a lot, then set up the plot, to wet up the block Whether or
some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, aint gone get me locked down I cant get locked hold my glock, Ima come down hustlin rocks on my block, cause they
here bury me, I'm a good look less virgin than Ron Jeremy. (Chorus) I'm a real high rock, I'm a hip hop rock star, we on the block, throwing rocks
