at home Humidity's rising, barometer's gettin' low According to all sources the street's the place to go Tonight for the first time just about half past ten For
feather weight to Heaven's Gate, It's never late, But I don't know when to stop, throwing a cop, for blowing a shot Just for showing my cock I don't
like the kid, that wants to eat his play dough, you shouldnt 'cause it should be bad for your health, take one look at her and you be screamin for
river for you but I'm just wastin' time, and wastin' water, too I'm hanging out these nights, in these twilight worlds with all the late-night news, and the weather
a great friend, a great childhood friend, now everyday i pray and light candles for my best friend, That night i saw you walking back from home down the street
the people in the street the indescribable is up for discussion they're pointing fingers and they're whispering discreetly "who is that man? what's he done for
he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered And the words just rolled off down the gutter Well he was an elevator man in a cheap hotel In exchange for
sea's in motion And I am sailin' on the Spanish Main If you will wait and attend the weather My own intentions I will make plain For us to wed and to
a shot at they brain Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours Take sacks from cowards when the streets
the center of an inferno The ninth month I slipped out my mom's vaginal Cavity, now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks Had to watch my back in the New York streets
Chorus] ON THE STRENGTH Time is money and gain ON THE STRENGTH Math is one and the same ON THE STRENGTH Whining is something for pain ON THE STRENGTH Beggaz for
rising - Barometer's getting low According to all sources, the street's the place to go Cause tonight for the first time Just about half-past ten For
if it were searching for my ebony eyes and then came the announcement over the loudspeaker: "would those having relatives or friends on flight number 1203 please report to the chapel across the street
[Eso:] All engines go you, I'mm ready for blast off We've been in the building, They're looking for car spots I got the pedal to the metal in a monster
for the real, I don't need Jena Six for me to know America is still on that bullshit So people think that black are just ball players and singers That massa complex is what fuels the street
i'm praying when i get there, i see everyone i know I wanna go to heaven, i wanna go to heaven, said i wanna go to heaven, i wanna go to heaven, do you
Barometer's getting low According to all sources, the street's the place to go. Cause tonight for the first time Just about halfpast ten For the first