I know a town where people are running Away from life - it seems always funny They think they are smart Don't doubt what they say Scared of a change
can not Play me I'll never go broke Fuck em I'm flashin the pan I am a passionate man Planted with cash in my hand uhh [Verse 3:] Look... I got few days
blue with the electric top just gives me a rush yea a electric shock n that mothafucker creepin got the navy seats cause i be riding downtown with the
cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days
, we're not ready for hell, hell no, for hell, hell no Four days wide awake, why slide along and say Girls afraid, girl will change just move away Four days
Caught between the twisted stars The plotted lines the faulty map That brought Columbus to New York Betwixt between the East and West He calls on her
roll by our silo, silver in the rain Leave our pockets full of nothing But these dreams of the golden grain I can see the folks lined up downtown at
dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar School scholars on knowledge to move dollars I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas For niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new
' man, it's over, retire 'Cause the clock's tickin', your days is done But we know all them lil' different fuckin' ways, you slum But it's trill downtown
smilin' But I'm climbin', findin' new ways of rhymin' Not livin' like a star is strickly about survivin' Divin', deep into the groove of the ghetto This downtown
messin' up my mind in the right way I'm ready to play and lay with you Been savin' all my love for a lotta days I'm ready to spend what I saved on you
pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New
1, 2, yeah Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables
hot summer Somewhere in the desert we raised the oil pressure And waited for the weather to get much better For the new wind to blow in the storm We
(Fame) Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days) On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice Crew (shit that I'm use to) Now a days, rappers act pretty Rap shitty, lost in this New
kids are waiting outside Old days come and go too soon Old friends, heroes, lifetimes Don't let a single memory fade away These are the days for heroes
I do? Oh no It's been a hard, long road that you put me through 7 days over you, yeah 7 days, 7 days over you 7 days, 7 days over you Rock it I kick
wasted And my days I'm throwing Jesus I'm falling Do you hear me calling I need a time out From my own personal hell A reprieve, a new chance, some immunity
