Dear Emily I don't think I believe in you anymore It's a mystery But what I'm seein' I haven't seen before And with these tears you loose The last of my restraints Cover your eyes She said, "Run, but I'm not running No, I'm not running" Let 'em come, let 'em come But I'm not running No, I ain't running no more So you're asking me To see the truth as before But if it hasn't occurred to you yet This could be the past The past no more And if these tears should prove The last of my escape Cover your eyes She said, "Run, but I'm not running No, I'm not running" Let 'em come, let 'em come But I'm not running No, I ain't running no more, no more The trees have all begun the dance Elated by a second chance But when a windmill blows It's not hooked up to anything Except a breeze She said, "Run, but I'm not running, no" She said, "Run" She said, "Run" (Run away, run away, run) She said, "Run" (Run away, run away, run) She said, "Run, but I'm not running" No, I ain't running no more

Thirty somethin' shots from the ghetto gun All in the ears of the ghetto young Some ghetto girls, some ghetto sons Throwing rocks at the bus and other ghetto fun I always wondered where the ghetto from Cause I'm from the ghetto, the never ghetto come But you win if the bell of my ghetto rung But if the ghetto lose, that mean a ghetto won That's how they do the ghetto, that's how the ghetto done They keep it, they never bring the ghetto none We make the ghetto tick, we make the ghetto run We make the ghetto sick, we make the ghetto dumb These niggas off that ghetto beer and that ghetto rum And that ghetto bass with my ghetto drums And my ghetto words and these ghetto problems Get ghetto sums That's why... The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many niggas on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas on the block Too many niggas gettin shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas gettin robbed Niggas don't wanna starve but "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver Is it cause they're selling nicks out there all day Cause a prostitute sucking dick in the hallway Little Caesar's never sendin' pizza out ya'll way Papa Johns never get delivered where y'all stayed The Ghetto was a physical manifestation of hate And a place where ethnicity determines your placement A place that defines your station Remind you niggas your place is the basement White people in the attic Niggas selling dope, White people is the addicts White folks act like they ain't show us how to traffic All that dope to China, you don't call that trappin'? Breaking Bad, learned that from a TV So don't say its politics when you see me When you gon' apologize for your CD Nigga that don't match men in black to a GD The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many niggas on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas on the block Too many niggas gettin shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas gettin robbed Niggas don't wanna starve but "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver Can I get delivered from the sin and get a little slice of Heaven I can enter in again Or maybe just imagine that I'm livin in a mansion or a palace and my pizza gets delivered in a Benz Make a savior out of savage like they made it out of magic So it take a nigga havoc and it make it into friends You don't even need a salad, it don't make a nigga fatter Actually take a nigga backwards and make a nigga thin That's a deep dish Chicago style get the peace stick Homerunner hitter, I be drillin' on the weak pitch Pay into the plate then I put it in your face I'm a man, never bitin' on the hands that I eat with No Giordano or Di Giorno Homemade bull, they bring it to him like a toro Throwing dough up in the air-bottom to the top and shredder full of cheese smarter than a purple ninja turtle The pizza man don't come here no more Too much dope Too many niggas on the porch So the pizza man don't approach (no, no, no) Pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas on the block Too many niggas gettin shot So the pizza man don't stop (pow, pow, pow) The pizza man don't come here no more Too many niggas gettin robbed Niggas don't wanna starve but "Niggas ain't got no jobs, blah blah blah" The pizza man don't come here no more Deliver, deliver, deliver

There are days when I Give up to get back But I'm beginning to feel again Yeah I never recovered I wanna be stronger Not just for others I need to walk taller Right now, I need a brother Let go, find land Deliver me somewhere Raise up both hands Is somebody out there? Deliver me somewhere Is somebody out there? I'm finding it hard to stay awake But I'm beginning to heal again, yeah Lately I've been listening to Songs I knew when I was young Finding faith in smoky places Reaching to beyond Right now, I need a brother Let go, find land Deliver me somewhere Raise up both hands Is somebody out there? Deliver me somewhere Is somebody out there? Let go, find land Deliver me somewhere Raise up both hands Let go, find land Deliver me somewhere Raise up both hands Is somebody out there? Deliver me somewhere Is somebody out there? Deliver me somewhere Is somebody out there?

Say you don't love him, my salamander Why do you need him? Oh no, don't answer, oh no I'm getting closer I'm getting closer to your heart Keeping ahead of the rain on the road Watching my windscreen wipers (wipers) Radio play me a danceable ode Cattle beware of snipers (snipers) When will you see me, my salamander? Now don't try to tell me Oh no, don't answer, oh no I'm getting closer I'm getting closer to your heart Hitting the chisel and making a joint Glueing my fingers together ('gether) Radio play me a song with a point Sailor, beware of weather (weather) Woah, woah, I'm getting closer, my salamander Well, when will we be there? Oh no, don't answer, oh no I'm getting closer I'm getting closer to your heart I'm getting closer to your heart I'm getting closer to your heart Closer, closer Closer, closer Closer, closer, closer, closer

What's Wrong With You? I Wish I Knew You Say Time And Tell I Hope That's True There's More To Life Than Blues And Reds I Say, I Know How You Feel, Now Your Friends Are Dead. Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar. Now Don't Give Up Whatever You Do You Say Time Will Tell I Hope That's True If You Go Down And Lose Your Head I Say, I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead. Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar. Dead On Your Feet . . . . . What Can I Do? I Can't Let Go You Say Time Will Heal But Very Slow So Don't Forget The Things You Said I Say I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead. Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar.