whole I live for her now and forever I live for him you know I do No reason of rhyme for being jealous There is a part of me and you There is a light
There's a voice on the phone Telling what had happened Some kind of confusion More like a disaster And it wondered how You were left unaffected But you
Only the strong survive and weak niggas bleed And get found, wit they fuckin' face down Numb from the waist down I done been to hell and back twice and
laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi
crowd With open boots, violin, banjo and a voice The exiled busker's are happy with their choice And they play and they play and they play To every
stirring Something strange is occurring It's a secret I need to share Open up, dig way down deep Hip hop is my passion I love to pop and lock and jam and
a relief Uncloud the sky for me Violins playing at my funeral Will you remember me after all? The death, such a relief Uncloud the sky for me Violins
caroling angel's sing The music stopped and the auctioneer with a voice quiet and low said "Now what am I bid for the ol' violin?" he held it up with
still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind Hunted evil kinds [Chorus] The Violin
WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR? KID: FOR SAYING YOU?RE IGGRESIVE! SAM PUSHES KID AGAINST THE LOCKER AGAIN AND CARLY WALKS INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES. SAM
painted bars And he hears a hairy stranger say "He'll learn to play the violin." His mother's voice is high and sweet, He's got her chin and rosy cheeks
My every breath is a prayer for you You know I'm waiting there for you I'd rather learn to live with you and suffer Than to see you in the arms of another
of their regime There's only one needed to complete the harmonizin' And that's a man with a voice like a scraping violin Waiting for Mr. Damage
angel sings. The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bidden for the old violin?" And he held it up
, King Gold and Madam Silver, his queen They keep it all a rustling with the dollars and pounds And everyone knows that money makes the world go around And
, scratchin' and cuttin' a voice And when it's mine, that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't have came, to set my name around the same weak shit Puttin' blurs and slurs and
sing a song And I never thought I had a pretty voice until I almost died Ooh, ohh, I never told you what I really felt I didn't think I deserved to ask for
cry, baby Come closer, let me wipe away your tears" A man came in with a violin He played for me like I've never been Courted before and forevermore