I've got a try you got a try let's live the moment we're all together now raise your hands into the sky let's live it up and make it last forever
and prayed for her release; They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm, With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war, They broke through the city
my Country Power surge echoes down from the Sky Raise your fist, cultivate Noble Lives Clothe Them now in garments dyed Matching Gold of the Sky Bold
die young it's all thy must 'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh! The teardrops fall for the state
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
In the city streets where I was born People bowed their heads from dusk till dawn Never realized the potential of their lives Till the reaper came to
We're poisoned by venom with each breath we take From the brown sulfer chimney and the black highway snake. And every dawn that breaks golden is held
in sugar town Raining, raining, raining, rain in sugar town A new day dawns across the tracks Tile by tile the chimney stacks A city steeped in history
York City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz Hit the Jack Danz and after that we could dance With the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome
am I? So long, farewell, we are leaving On our way now, new beginning so long_____falling with the rain _____falling with the rain farewell_____falling with the rain _____falling
[police radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
. We're poisoned by venom with each breath we take, from the brown sulphur chimney and the black highway snake. Every dawn that breaks golden is held
calling, and I'm falling into time's adamant stream Called your name into the night but you're gone Still a flame might arise from the embers at dawn
only thing thinking and racing alone Yeah, this city really does get a bit too much rain She can turn a rain cloud into a pot of gold She?s nothing
York City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz Hit the Jack Danz, and after that we could dance with the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome
