to make of this then we will not relate so if you don't know what to make of this then we will not relate rivers and roads rivers and roads rivers '
what to make of this then we will not relate so if you don't know what to make of this then we will not relate rivers and roads rivers and roads rivers
And there's a beat you make up inside of your head And every street's a river be born or be dead We are all singing this song but Nobody knows how it'
me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down the dirt road to find you My shoes worn out and used They
me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down the dirt road to find you And my shoes, worn-out and used
came for and we'll leave quiet Or maybe we will tear you up, take what you love, and burn it down, and burn it down Nobody moves, nobody moves and no
pumping them slugs Niggas be fiending me daily Me silence me twelve gauge eruption And I'm on a road to destruction And steady be busting and bodies
we iron blue collars and crease the jeans Either in Mount Clemens, Six Mile, Grand River, Seven Mile Greenfield Right corner of the mitten The home of the Red Wings, Lions, and
street. And this amazing thing happened to me. It was July it was about 89 degrees. It was hot, hot for New York You know and I was walking east and
ya road You ain't never seen this before But when this shit drop, all she wrote International playa D-D-Deah you go All they want is that Timbaland and
gown Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round I shit logs and I piss river brown Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile And that
(this is how we ride) Up and down, French (ride); French Road, niggaz (ride) Up and down the Drive (ride); outer Drive, niggaz (riiiide) Up and down, Connors; up and
outside together And we laughed like ancient friends Then we lay down in a field Just where the road begins and ends I see you in the mirror And I watch
won't stop Till we reach the end of the line In the golden fields of yesterday Where the children used to laugh and play You can hear the sound of a
Both night and day I worked on the levee, mama Both night and day I got to the river And I threw my clothes away I paid my time And now I'm good as new
Walkin' down by the river Hangin' down my head I chanced to stop for a moment A stranger beckoned and then he said: "Walk down the road of life, a-happy