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Close To Home Count The Ways

AMONGST THE CROWD. I'LL CALL YOU OUT AMONGST THE CROWD. Count the ways that you destroy me. I'm not the one to blame. I'M NOT THE ONE TO BLAME! Count the ways

' at your crib Mama, I'm still thuggin', the world is a war zone My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin' on ways

not comin' home tonight?So don't wait up?'Cause I bet it never gets this cold in California (2x)??I'll count headlights on the way back home?Each one

nothin' ever comes as a big surprise And the naked city never closes its eyes A new story for every day Told a thousand different ways That's how it

ll never be a leader. You'll never make a stand. Until you change your ways My God will not hold out His hand You claim to be so close to God. Behind

at cars and run like hell We might've had a few close calls, but we never got caught But when the sun went down we didn't go home yet We would lay on

nothing left for us to break, use, abuse, or rape... Then youA're free to count how much you saved! I can see the ways we fail, I can see us fall so

and now my knights are numbered too. I've seen the smiles on dead hands-- the stars shine, but they're not for me. I prophesy disaster and then I count

close Then they'll turn out the lights and ask me to go I'll sleep off the haze of my singular ways And count the days till I'm back home with you Some