I'm looking for salvation A place where I can find peace, I don't know it's ever done to you. So many complications, everyday is something. I'm so confused
records now I need to talk to Jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with the semi Who's calling me it's Chris he's on the other line with Diddy
who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris
Ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art And my high yellow broad Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate Say what's up to to chris, Ah, hows
somethin' Chris Rock said Don't send no more candles Whatever you do Then Willie stopped singin' And the prairie wind blew The grain kept rollin' on For miles and miles The fields
: (feat. Chris Brown & The Game) Lace the nations don't have it A hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns When I'm around Or I'm wasting the fabric
: (Aimee Mayo/Bill Luther/Chris Lindsey) She lived at the end of a little dirt road In a house where secrets go untold Barefoot in a cotton dress Dark
: (Alan White/Tony Kaye/Trevor Rabin/Jon Anderson/Chris Squire) We hit the blue fields In the blue sedan we didn't get much further Just as the sun
our backs It was so dark I just don't know what I kissed and I couldn't even see what i missed You walked me across freedom fields, my shadow was a forcefield
workers My niggas, we get hurt Your niggas is unheard of My niggas murder Your niggas get murdered My niggas win niggas Your niggas get drenched My niggas play the field
wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line
's all Uh, in my TriBeCa loft With my high brown ah and my high yellow broad Uh and my dark skinned sis In my best white mink, say what's up to Chris
put it down yes Now chris rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields
something Chris Rock said Don't send no more candles No matter what you do Then Willie stopped singing And the prairie wind blew The green kept rolling on For miles and miles Fields
" Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin' Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris
mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that this real Nigga, we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010 how
set and now go A worldwide show Now here's the intro The torch is lit and now the gun is pointed Prepare for the world's best to be anointed On the field
