The dead are walking in the streets, but they're not really dead just a zombie routine, bloodshot eyes shit eating grin, their patience always wearing
don go let 'em know, unwettable, ahh big fish incredible Hoo-bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' impalas, I'm bombin' on common
Walk softly, don't want to disturb the dead Is it an enemy in front of me, or have I been mislead Should I stay or fold, I think I'll pack my shit and
for living? Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this pillage? For Christ's sake take up your bed and walk. Let the blind see end the deaf hear
dead, you're better off dead) (You're better off dead, you're better off dead) I hear voices in my head (You're better off dead, you're better off dead
me. I'm not dead and I'm not jaded like I've been. So put the knife in. You know that I'll be waiting. Do you recall the moment when we walked away,
the optimistic one I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy Wake up and face me, don't play dead cause maybe Someday I will walk away and
mast the way that a crude anxiety knocks around underneath the crosswalk the way that the roar of unsaid things drowns out all the small talk yeah, ghost walk, till the dead
shot dead Back in 12-4-1969, 4 o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine 'Cuz Fred Hampton Jr., looks just like him Walks just like him, talks
Forever we fight and cus but the world still adjust So many bullets just to stop one man Is that the plan, To leave us all dead in the street [Common
Walk softly, don't want to disturb the dead is it an enemy in front of me, or have I been mislead should I stay of fold, I think I'll pack my shit and
as a bargain for living? Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this pillage? For Christ's sake take up your bed and walk. Let the blind see end
tell you shit without speech So you hide where the lonely eyes on you could'ntseek You're alone, like the last dead petal on a rose Picked from the common
, relentlessly, towards the end A purgatory we walk through, a common grave for all of us No matter friend or enemy, a forest of the dead Heart-wrenching
ahh.. big fish incredible Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' Impalas I'm bombin' on Common Sense Chicago is mine nigga
