Tekst:
The New York Room The Wings Of Night

this night I kneel beside thee you will breathe me in and set me free out from your lips my soul will rise and on the wings of night we will fly faraway

movement While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross My spirit leaves to the hoods of New York I see streaks of lightning, angels with white wings

forged Christ's autograph laughed itself, drastic catastrophe biting my lip skin and bones, stringent bingin' on rancid baits mummified well inside a muddy New York

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yea I ain't even gotta tell them who it is, I be like wussup its the Kid, they know its me man. Fuckin kiddin me I run New York. [Chorus

in a crazy world of dressing rooms And hotel rooms and waiting rooms And rooms behind-the-scenes. And I can't forget the endless rows Of sleepless nights and eatless nights And nights

unto Richard Nixon." - PRESIDENT GERALD FORD "My name is Jimmy Carter, and I m running for President." - GEORGIA GOVERNOR JIMMY CARTER "Live from New York, it s Saturday Night

movement While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross My spirit leaves to the hoods of New York I see streaks of lightning, angels with white wings

movement While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross My spirit leaves to the hoods of New York I see streaks of lightning, angels with white wings