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When it s time for me to go
and I hear that whistle blow
I ll be waiting in line day or night
Take my hand and lead me down
Lay my burden on the ground
Break these chains and let me stand in the light
Now I know what the game s all about
If that s the way you want to play - count me out

Had enough of alibis, empty promises and lies
Trying to find a better life on my own
There s no easy way I know - now the strains begin to show
Still I m looking for a light to lead me home
Though my heart s still full of doubt -
There s no way I m gonna play - so count me out

I ve been too long here breaking my back
Doing my best to get through
I never thought I could feel this way
But I need to find something new
It s not the money and it s not the gold
- I just want some peace of mind
My life is racing like a runaway train
Getting faster all the time...

Underneath a golden sky
Far away I m gonna fly
To a place I know is there in my mind
Like a sailor home to die
With no journey left to try
Throw my spirit in the tide and lead me blind
Now I know what this game s all about
If that s the way you wanna play
Then count me out

Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbour
Never do what is proper
For my share of labour.

I`m a poor boy
And I`m a rover
Count your coins and
Throw them over my shoulder
I may grow older
Nobody knows
How cold it grows
And nobody sees
How shaky my knees
Nobody cares
How steep my stairs
And nobody smiles
If I cross...

Act one has just begun
but i ve seen the end
he s going to get your heart
which you won t defend
those wedding bells are locked inside your head
but can t you see you re flirting with the dead
you re falling asleep
oh girl he can t be in your dreams
wake up and...

W słuchawce smutny głos mówi - Paweł gdzie jesteś?
Na mieście z kumplami - nie rób mi tego więcej
Znam tą sekwencję, nie wróżę miłej rozmowy
może tym razem ten błąd będzie dla mnie zbyt drogi
Raz na zawsze stracić osobę, która cię kocha
tym razem nie powiem przecież - kochanie masz focha?
Za długo...

Alone in the world
Was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you d find.

Her parents had gone
To their final reward
Leavin their baby behind.

Did ya hear?

This ... poor little child
Was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away.

Still she brav-el-y worked
At the one thing she knew
To earn...

[Kurupt]
Yeah, where the Hennessey at?
Where the muthafuckin Hennessey?
We havin a gangsta party.. or what?
Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah nigga

Why should niggas be movin through?
Doing everything the fuck that we want to
Dropped and drowned, popped around...