[Featuring Mary J. Blige]
[DMX]
Believe me when I say
Before light there was dark
[Mary J. Blige]
Where you going where you going?
Where you going where you going?
Where you going?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
[DMX]
Places that I've have been, things that I have seen
What you call a nightmare, are what I have as dreams
Bad as that may seem, I know is only going to get worse
Love, a slug, which one am I gonna get first?
My journey's been a rough one, I'm not sure when it begins
But the way it's looking, I kind of know when it's gonna end
Hold me down baby, it's gonna be a rough ride
Niggas give us plenty of room, cause I guess enough died
Let me travel, cause my intentions are to travel in peace
Fuck around I lay you down, you hit the gravel and cease
I could be a beast, or I could be a gentleman
But if you ain't my dog, you gonna be like 'Oh, it's him again'
Niggas will never win, this whole rap game is mine
Hot as you ever been, I was that in eighty nine
Seek and you shall find, look within and you will know
Where you coming from, and where you gotta go
Come on!
[Mary J. Blige]
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
-Got to keep it real with me
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
-So the hell with you
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
-I think I'm going to the top
Me and DMX
[DMX]
I will spend mad time in one spot, plotting my next move
Trying to figure out what is it, that X do what X do
Some questions go unanswered, that's what I'm afraid of
Sometimes I cSom snöflingor i stormen far människorna förbi.
Dom virvlar liksom höstlöven inför sin sista strid.
Det regnar över storstaden, han fryser där han går.
En främling ibland främlingar, en vandring utan mål.
Neonskyltarna speglar sej i bilar och betong,
och skyltdockorna ler som om dom nynnar på en sång:
Kom närmare, kom närmare, här säljer vi kurage,
för en ringa slant kan du känna dej som kung fast du är page.
Och jag ser att du gråter, Marianne.
Nöjestemplen erbjuder sin lugnande musik
och gemenskapen man känner med en enarmad bandit.
Och frälsarn bakom bardisken han ler och fyller på
och låtsas som det regnar när nån brister ut i gråt.
Och jag ser att du gråter, Marianne.
Marianne, hundra mil från din älskade famn
i en treårig ensamhet.
Marianne, det kan slita det starkaste band,
men vad bryr sej väl makten om det.
Han irrar runt i natten så langt ifrån sin vän
längs gränder där man erbjuder Den Stora Kärleken:
För hundra kronor får man se hur människan avlar barn,
och för tio till så får man ta den tidning man vill ha.
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