Well, I tell you a story that's got no end I forgot my love and I lost my friend The murder was easy to soft my charm But this darkness is about to do
[intro: buddha monk] There are eight million stories In the naked city, choose one... Yo, it's time for a change, yo All our babies is dyin from aids
prowler One more thing I forgot to tell Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell Wait a minute, yo it's my fault, Pa was 26 Now back to the story
CHORUS Look down, look down Sweet Jesus doesn't care 3RD CONVICT I know she'll wait I know that she'll be true CHORUS Look down, look down They've all forgotten
gettin' vexed?) G'd forgotten his team, now his teams plottin' To stop him Making mad dough like Pablo From sellin' mad blow So the same old
expect the same Incriminated, your teeth still shine over the suffering Deceiving trade, but the blade will shine. CINEMA SPINE Just a little bit of feeling in your stories
a freaky dang Different broad, but it's all the same She said she knew how to fuck and I'm to blame Woulda said somethin back but forgot her name Games
I have a picture It's taken with looks It won't tell me a story But I'm glad I forgot everything that you say I change the colors And reword the lines
I'll stay with you, it's a promise not forgotten You're crying all these tears but they mean to leave you dry Still fighting all these years 'bout the same old
Same old story is back again She's not a lover, she's just a friend I'm sick and tired for you to blame on me Now you think it's funny Now you wanna spend
to be Children of the night howling at the gate Here to claim forgotten dreams Too late, too late orphans of the darkness waiting to belong Been listening to the same old story
look around, you'll find the same old story What did you want? What were you waiting to see? Just take a look around, you'll find the same old story
ain't right, hatin' 'cause we ain't livin' the same life You fight ya old lady, I fuck her the same night My ring and that shit you be drivin' the same
up in the mix Of everyday in every way but the right I control the substance my people fiend for at night Lord knows I do wrong, sound like the same old
do for me, I'm going back to my used to be It's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan It's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan Gonna leave
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
with political asylum in Cuba I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah We're molded from the same mud, Assata We share the same
wanted to give her five, 'cause that's how old I am" But the lady said I couldn't buy 'em with just a dime Well, the little fellow's story kind a touched