brother joe and me. Climbed down the family tree. That grew outside our bedroom window. We ran. Though we knew it couldn't last. Running fromthe past. From things that we were born to be. . Looking
brother joe and me. Climbed down the family tree. That grew outside our bedroom window. We ran. Though we knew it couldn't last. Running fromthe past. From things that we were born to be. . Looking
brother joe and me. Climbed down the family tree. That grew outside our bedroom window. We ran. Though we knew it couldn't last. Running fromthe past. From things that we were born to be. . Looking
exchange taking place. Merging with the people on the page. Blurring my face and conversation Slow motion. Slow motion Hush, can you feel the trees so far away?. Hush, can you feel the breeze of another
still take from me. . Verse 1 Royce da 5'9". Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique. I know that without the fans, I ain't *. But y'all better read my lips, I don't spit raps this
still take from me. . Verse 1 Royce da 5'9". Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique. I know that without the fans, I ain't *. But y'all better read my lips, I don't spit raps this
ice. Before the flood toward the light Muddy boots to shiny shoes. Headlines screaming out the news. From dirt and damp to hardwood floors. Beyond the burned out broken walls I was shaking with a