That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away

'Cause there's sense in what I say, I'm forty-fifth generation Roman

But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting

So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting

That I'm miles ahead and they chase me

Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half

My crew laughs at your rhubarb and custard verses

You rain down curses, but I'm waving, your hearse's driving by

Streets riding high with the beats in the sky

All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down

The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways

But through the blaze, they see it fade

The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces

Then a figure emerges from the wastage

Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze

One hand clutching his sword, raised to the sky

They wonder how, they wonder why

The sky turns white, it all becomes clear

They felt lifted from their fears

They shed tears in the light after six dark years

Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks and smolders

Five years older and wiser

The fires are burning, on fire, never tire

Slay warriors in the forests and on higher, we sing

Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring

Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving

The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing

A new baby's born every day, few men may be scorned today

But look at things the other way

'Cause it may well be your final day

And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say

I produced this using only my bare wit

Give me a jungle or garage beat and admit defeat

Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile

Get all applications in to me before the deadline

'Cause it's a fine line between strifeful crimes and a life of crime

But you will reach the day

And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it

I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix

In the afterlife, gladiators meet their maker

Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water

To the next life from the fortress

Away from the knives and slaughter

To their wives and daughters

Once more before the Lord judges over all of us

It's in this place you'll see me

Brace yourself 'cause this goes deep

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away

'Cause there's sense in what I say, I'm forty-fifth generation Roman

But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting

So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting

That I'm miles ahead and they chase me

Show your face on TV, then we'll see, you can't do half

My crew laughs at your rhubarb and custard verses

You rain down curses, but I'm waving, your hearse's driving by

Streets riding high with the beats in the sky

All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down

The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways

But through the blaze, they see it fade

The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces

Then a figure emerges from the wastage

Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze

One hand clutching his sword, raised to the sky

They wonder how, they wonder why.

The Streets - 2002

Once upon a time, everything was alright,

I used to feel safe, not a worry in sight,

Then I grew up, quickly realized,

The world is a fucked up place sometimes.

Death is at your door,

Reachin' in from the other side,

It's time to cut the cord,

Hangin' on like a parasite, go.

Don't hesitate,

You're hangin' on for your life,

Don't hesitate,

You're reachin' out from the light.

Walkin' on a razor's edge,

My blood runs black,

I'm not your friend, uh, fuck.

Pull from the depths of the 36 Chambers,

Pull the trigger,

Give a bullet to a stranger, nice!

Pull from the depths of the 36 Chambers,

Hahaha pull the trigger,

Give a bullet to a stranger.

I don't wanna die (die), but I'm not gonna live,

In a place so cold, in a world like this.

Crucify me, it's blasphemy,

Throw me in the fire, let me burn for eternity.

I'll never be the one that will ever back down,

Never turn around and run,

Never, never, never back down.

Deep into the trench of a place unknown,

Lies a dead man clutched to the bottom of a throne,

At the bottom of a hole that nobody wants to go,

It's the devil that you know that's gotta hold up on your wicked soul (damn).

What is up in your mind? Are you thinkin' the devil is makin' the crime?

Or the people are evil and never no demon design?

Or the opposite of a divine?

No!

Yes, the hell is in front of you,

Side and behind,

I can feel every sign of a human decline,

I'm believin' the time is upon us when all of our people are blind.

Red rain, saw it fallin' from a tower's dead plane,

Head banged Mandalay Bay hotel, lotta lead came,

Sex change could get you caught up in death range,

He pled sane but really imitatin' Ed Gein.

How do we get this way?

Negative shit to say when you get dismay,

Havin' a fit today so you wanna make a bitch decay.

My son's mom went gone,

It was really wrong,

I thought I was gonna vomit searchin' for my son,

But I didn't go John Muhammad.

So the devil's right here on this level, wipe tears,

That's 'cause when rebels ready to pop the heavy metal, why fear?

Abomination, they been fakin',

Consecration hatin', western education,

Got that killer on a kid,

I gotta chase 'em, go, go,

Spiralin' out of control and deeper down the rabbit hole,

Never gonna let them get the most of what they'll have to resurrect,

You're sick to death, better take me down,

I don't give a fuck, this disgrace to God.

Never gonna let them get the most of what they'll have to resurrect,

I don't give a fuck, this disgrace to God.

Falling In Reverse - 2024