I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Caught a glimpse of Heaven when I couldn't catch my breath I felt His presence in the darkest of days I've asked for direction, And I've been shown the way And I believe when I pray, somebody hears When I fall on my knees, my words aren't fallin' on deaf ears And He has the answers When the answers can't be found I know without a doubt what goes up comes down I've been lead from temptation Though I was standing at it's door Delivered from evil when I could run no more I've seen the eyes of God through the eyes of a child I've thanked Him for my blessings And I've felt it when he smiled And I believe when I pray, somebody hears When I fall on my knees My words aren't falling on deaf ears And He has the answers When the answers can't be found I know without a doubt what goes up comes down I raise my hands when my burdens are too heavy And He lifts me up just like that cross He didn't have to carry And He has the answers When the answers can't be found I know without a doubt what goes up comes down My greatest prayers will be answered When he returns to claim his crown I know without a doubt What goes up comes down (I believe) What goes up must come down (I believe)

WHAT GOES ON WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN Writer John Schweers Sometimes love can sure get lost in the daytime And working eight long hours you're only a picture in my mind But when we're finally alone in each other's arms our love is found And only lovers know what goes on when the sun goes down What goes on when the sun goes down Pillow talking love tangled sheets and cotton gowns What goes on when the sun goes down Makes the every day life of two people in love go round Every morning with love renewed we face another day Screen doors banging the boss complaining and bills to pay Through it all we wear love's smile from the happiness we've found And only lovers know what goes on when the sun goes down What goes on when the sun goes down... What goes on when the sun goes down... Makes the every day life of two people in love go round

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto