| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| What kind of man can survive without some damn pride |
| Put my cards on the table, laid 'em all face up |
| Except that ace in my sleeve that I still keep tucked |
| Head full of poems burried in gold |
| Like a young King Tut |
| Till you wake up like Midas |
| And you curse with everything you touch |
| Turn your girl solid gold and you’ll see what’s what |
| Dark days when the sun shines brighter |
| And you lost what you love but you started that fire |
| Regret’s a cold bitch that’ll stab you with an ice pick |
| Just deep enough until you finally learn to like it |
| Or atleast accept it’s all part of life, shit |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| Los Angeles, New York, my tale of two cities |
| L.A. I started breathing |
| N.Y. I started living |
| Eighteen years of freeways and palm trees |
| Traded it for the subways and zombies |
| Hated every winner and the price of some bomb weed |
| But I loved the way the city never sleeps |
| Just like me |
| Blood shot whites in my iris' coffee |
| Handcuffed to memories, I write to unlock these |
| Stories out my heart-shaped box and let 'em walk free |
| Breathing out some life while all of these bodies dropping |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| Rose up out the grave where we used to lie |
| Now I’m running through the world |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |
| No I can’t hide |