The future is dead for many of those who have fallen refusing to let it go Addiction we're victim of affliction We're choking these walls are caving
he didn't mind the quack, quack And the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o He didn't mind the quack, quack and the legs all dangling down-o The old grey
do it, DMX, come on I been playin' bitches all my life, from that hoe to my wife You think I give a fuck like you don't know I'm livin' trife Strife
TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN, ROLLED THIS LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY. EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME, HE
heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees. *O well for him who ne'er hath known The travail of the hungry years, A father grey
meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak the light the tonce burned so bright, has now been cast a dismal grey. fighting
To arbor's cool A time of valor and legends born A time when honor meant much more to a man than life And the days knew only strife to tell right from
Living blood no longer feeds me Need no sympathy, for the life of being dead Of being eternally, I'm no stranger to this afterlife There's no puzzles, there's no strife
Was stolen - someone Has taken away The heart of all day The smile of the sun Is gone and no one But you drives away The pain of the grey Is anybody
darkness one float or one fall To the abyss' morbid enigmas Far beyond the earthly grave Soul betakes to drift astray Infinite horizons of pale grey skies
, Nor meikle speech pretend; But he wad hecht an honest heart Wad ne'er desert his friend.- Now wham to chuse, and wham refuse, At strife thir Carlins
up. It?s only? One more thing to say goodbye to, One more memory to fade in time. On a cold winter day When life seemed pointless and grey Three children
grey So full of surrow and tomorrow seems so far away But it gets better it gets better but it gets better it gets better And I know the world keeps throwing your strife
at the game and at each other we aim. Crusades of change for the best we made each other. Became worlds of color and war wrought out of peaceful greys
