ask why I roll wit a crew, and Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh, oh yeah, there's something about you) On the East side, that's the crew
big bloody parade until that That feeling, feeling?s gone You wake up on your own Sometimes walls come caving in
Dark are the streets, gloom's creeping out of the walls Dirt comes alive and all the neon lights call Demons and fools and a lady of black She's of the
sieves in the park, mad fights in the park niggas talk how they run every night from the narcs Aside from the light to the dark then the dark to the
inna hole. Her soul grew weak Away from people so long she forgot how to speak She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound And a wall is a wall and can
am and can't nobody out here change me" -- KRS-One Common! (repeat 3X) *singing* Sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling! When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Are you out there Where the rainy days begin? To feel rather sad And the walls are closing in Like the darkness around me It's so hard to look away When
and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one Common! (repeat 3x) *singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling! When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
beneath its riches Courted by its heights The dark and white in life collide And grace that I don?t understand is here by my side Isn?t it Amazing
pocket case these fellas try and rush East side crew, west side crew North side crew, south side crew East side crew, west side crew North side crew, south side
Yeah, they go wild, yeah, they go wild And just when I get so lonesome I can't speak I see some flowers on a hill side Like a wall of new TV's Yeah
humpin, dropped the top, she moaned countin my dough, purchased a 50 of some bomb indo floss In South Central I'm on my way to the East Side We high,
too many to the head with me Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it A little skank from the other side
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice
the room to move Well everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on the bad side And I got my back to the wall Tenth Avenue freeze-out
like vapor burn paper We deal real-real so chill we linger in the funk Yes Yes, bus stop what's up watt's up On the script side Low down the whole mix
in the groove, echo chamber "Check one two, one two", that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale Little pink joints being lit up on the side
the windows of the far side Across the dark sky, then over the ocean tides, the unidentified Flying, object, hovers the projects, scenery, gothic Sky can pass with darkness
