to lay it all down In his final box the far side of town Because he knows his last mountain is two flights of stairs And his saddle turned into an old rocking chair
take 30 electric chairs And put'em in a classroom 30 MC's And set'em free from thier doom Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind When we begin The
hands of the dream wind that blows from beneath them Circle the hours away They offer a ride in their submarine dragonfly Brought me inside to a chair
the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been confiding
If it was up to me this house would be almost seven hundred years old and more than thirteen kilometres tall. I would sit in a rocking chair, creaking
a pocket full of bullets A hair trigger .38 I'm gonna put some daylight through that door I will burn this house down, before I go insane Use that rockin' chair
to broadway, harry? used to be you could come to one of these things and the wind would be rushing down the plain or a fairy on a string would go over
betta believe the playas on the loot need to get they head screwed on tight when it really get down to the nitty grit who gone fight pipe down '
Everything's so restless The wind has come again Blowing me so far I think I see a star First you think your fortune's lovely And you fly out through
Children climbing on my arms and pigeons on my head Get thee up my little man and dream a dream instead Dream a dream of rocking chairs and flying through
chairs and put'em in a classroom 30 MC's and set'em free from thier doom. just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind when we begin the wheel of
a party 'til I'm old in a rocking chair Throw rhymes like Cellucci, kicking like Bruce Lee I make G's off a pen and some loose-leaf I'm gone with the wind
When the lights are down and there's no one there You can hear the sound of the rockin' chair Rocking in the dark, feel it in the air Searching for the
lay all down In his final box canyon the poor side of town Cause he knows his last mantel is two flights two stairs And his saddle's turned into an old rocking chair
You can settle down in Mexico Run away join a circus show Whatever, baby it's alright with me Take a walk in the pouring rain Sky dive from a jet airplane
You can settle down in Mexico Runaway join a circus show Whatever, baby it's alright with me Take a walk in the pouring rain Sky dive from a jet airplane
yo shine on and put that shit on froze, ya heard me My army be on all ten toes, ya heard me Be bout to draw down (BLAWW!!) when the wind blows, ya heard