Day by day) He'll bring decay In shades of grey We're doomed to face the night Light's out of sight Since we've reached the point of no return We pray
wrong the end is getting closer day by day) In shades of grey We're doomed to face the night Light's out of sight Since we've reached the point of no
cry All I know if that I?m trying I wanna believe in you I wanna believe in you (but you make it so hard to do) What?s the point of making plans You break
do you figure? that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?! Every cop killer goes ignored They just send another nigga to the morgue A point scored
die for ghetto fame Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose draws A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss Guns under
night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings with big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista from Cuba, and pointed
new way And a new sound Crawled over my hang-ups In the underground I had a break through I had to shake you You could've come too To see my point of
some point in they're life they will get high as me Never though, got 'em going through the roof with hella smoke With towels under the door hoping no
losing his And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath I'm blacking out with no post up under
this lil thing we call ov nigga, that means its over [lord infamous] Fuck with this super thug and get drugged Sweep your bodyparts under the rug Burry
losing his And old girlfriends and niggaz I shouldn't hung with The picture starting to fade its getting hard to breath I'm blacking out with no pulse up under
your skin Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend. I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point slaughtering the body
m leavin no trace of the evidence Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress My conscience is
a rough transition Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under
truth Well, well is he ringing your bell My heart is breaking in two Well, well he'll be rotting in hell For playing the devil with you It is aready too late No point
Well, well is he ringing your bell My heart is breaking in two Well, well he'll be rotting in hell For playing the devil with you It is aready too late No point
the name, P.E.! {*scratches*} Yeah we ain't for the fame We for the change I wake up everyday with my game face on [Verse 2: Chuck D] Break harder