't Yes, we did so God bless the kid yo I got my own so I never stress his no In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist Am I eternal or an
have papers in this world Ya might get yo' first snatch before your eyez swirl Ya doin' ya job everyday, and then you work so hard Til' your hair turn gray
world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell
L's quick, fast, in a hurry Threw on my specs, thought my vision was blurry I looked again but to my dismay It was black and white with no room for gray
sun upon my face Or the comfort of a grave I am not alive and I am not dead This is hell on earth How can I possibly explain this eternal youth? When
Wild birds scattering the seeds Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune The phases of the moon, the chambers of the heart The ebb and dart of small gray
Early morning rain An eternal sleepless 4 AM Waking up to silence Into a slow gray whatever Everything's blind In the sleep of the lonely In a quiet blue
the life inside of me And fills your soul with love and hate And all those things you need to breathe My body dies but still my soul Remains eternally
Skies are gray For miles around Though the sun tries Hard to break through the clouds And while the sun is trying The least that I can do Is to keep
for baby Jimmy Brown Then the little congregation, prayed for guidance from above (Hallelujah) Lead us not into temptation, bless this hour of meditation Guide him with eternal
When skies are gray And the rain may fall Somehow through it all You're always with me As time goes by And doors may close What...I... hold onto
singing Were for baby Jimmy Brown Then the little congregation Prayed for guidance from above "Lead us not into temptation Bless this hour of meditation Guide him with eternal
and the crimson flame of passion turns into something gray And with each drop of blood our shattered hearts ever bleed something so precious dies and is lost eternally
a memory thrown In Cupid's face Love's just frosting anyway They both think back too long ago When thoughts of them both growing old Had given them the gray
walking and watching All the things I've seen before a million times It's cold neon light A stranger on his way A world, that's always been cold and gray
tired cliche's For the already converted poetic licenses have been severely strained Kill that albatross for it?s not of truth It speaks of eternal