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(Traditional)

Fare thee well
My own true love
Farewell for a while
I?m going away
But I?ll be back
Though I go 10,000 miles

10,000 miles
My own true love
10,000 miles or more
The rocks may melt
And the seas may burn
If I should not return

Oh don?t you see
That lonesome dove
Sitting on an ivy tree
She?s weeping for
Her own true love
As I shall weep for mine

Oh come ye back
My own true love
And stay a while with me
If I had a friend
All on this earth
You?ve been a friend to me

I been drinkin lately girl
You know I’m sick in love
Don’t know when I’ll be home
Then I see the faces when I’m
Standin on the stage
It gets me thru the nights
And when I’m feelin cold…all I have
To do is call
To warn my heart 10,000 miles away
I been feelin low and I really miss
My son
Hey boy I’m callin you
When I think about our lives it gets
Me thru the nights
Adn warm my heart 10,000 miles away
You knew this was a hard life
When you met me
Sometimes I can’t feel if it’s night or day
You now I couldn’t trade this baby
If I had to
Goddamn, it’s hard being so in love
It’s true
Maybe I’m a gypsy baby livin on stage
Something’s I guess will never
Never change
Girl I know you love me even with
This path I choose
I hear you call mu name
Anytime at all, anytime at all
I’ll warm your heart
10,000 miles away

Been in love 10,000 times, and I’ve been hurt 10,000 times
Yet and still you want a try But what would do if I gave my love to you
Would you hurt me too

Been a long time since I been serious
Now you’re curious
Well I can’t stand to feel your touch
I might start to like it a little too much, and it hurts
But I’m pushin’ you away
Cause three months from
And now you won’t stay
Just when lovin’ get good, you’ll be gone
And I’ll be left with a broken heart to heal all alone

Been in love 10,000 times, and I’ve been hurt 10,000 times
Yet and still you want a try But what would do if I gave my love to you
Would you hurt me too

Keep telling me it won’t be
What I’m used to, you won’t hurt me
But that’s so hard to believe, ’cause everyone has said the same damn thing to me,
And the sad thing is I want you
But my heart keeps telling me
Don’t trust you, ’cause just when the loving gets good, you’ll be gone
And I’ll be left with a broken heart to heal all alone

Been in love 10,000 times, and I’ve been hurt 10,000 times
Yet and still you want a try But what would do if I gave my love to you
Would you hurt me too

Been in love 10,000 times, and I’ve been hurt 10,000 times
Yet and still you want a try But what would do if I gave my love to you
Would you hurt me too

Maybe love just ain’t for me
Why does this keep happening
Maybe one day I’ll trust you, but for now
Here’s what I’m gonna say to you!

Been in love 10,000 times, and I’ve been hurt 10,000 times
Yet and still you want a try But what would do if I gave my love to you
Would you hurt me too

Been in love 10,000 times, and I’ve been hurt 10,000 times
Yet and still you want a try But what would do if I gave my love to you
Would you hurt me too

Outside the ground at Luton Town
A crazy opportunist has sprayed upon a wall
A simple proclamation for all to read
“Revolution is a better game than football”

My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and
old, drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing

(Chorus)
My foes – they can’t destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself

Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness

(Chorus)
(Chorus)

Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)

I need a reason to get up /before I wash my face
The junkies the Hookers the dealers the place
kickin’ off my covers / trippin’ off the fact
that I haven’t called my gramma in a long long time
standin in the shower/ for almost half an hour
Tryin’ to wake up/ and I’m lookin for the power
reachin’ for the towel/ with soap in my eyes
dryin’ off my shoulders / my chest and my thighs
The next thing I know/ the telephone rings
I hear my own voice /on the answering machine
please leave a message/ I’m glad ya called
I listen for a voice /but there’s nothin’ at all
Man oh Man
I gotta kick the blues
and pay respect where respect is due
all praises to GOD the one I return to
the one I can turn to
when I’m feelin burned to the bone

(chorus)
Early in the morn/ before I wash my face
The bed is still warm but there’s an empty space
Easrly in the morn/ before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place

At six in the morning /she rolled outa bed
stared out the window/ and then she said
that I wasn’t her type…
I think she’s runnin outa types though…and I told her so.
She picked up her things and walked through the door
and then said that she couldn’t see me no more
just as she was leaving /I asked her if she’d call
she didn’t look back / said nuttin at all
I didn’t change my clothes/ because they smell like you
and when I took a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma Brown/for advice
it happened to me once/it happened to me twice
Michael/ my son/ you sound really bugged
I wish that you were here /so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me/ a long, long talk
she said “you have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk”
when things get rough/ don’t sweat it
sometimes in life you just have to let it
and sing out a song / so strong
that even a bad dream couldn’t bring harm
to the mind of a young childs battles
formed from the candle light shadows
her voice is like a whispering kiss on the forehead

(chorus)
Early in the morn/ before I wash my face
The bedisstill warmbut there’s an empty space
Early in the mornin/beforeIwashmy face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place

In the last thirty minutes/before I fall asleep
when I have said my prayers /and I have brushed my teeth
This is the time /when I am forced to think about
all of the things/ I been tryin to forget about
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my room
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the boom
alone I remember /the times with me and you
and I realize my heart is shakin’ up the room
Gramma she would tell us /about the glory days
and gramma she would tell us/ about when we were slaves
in the livin’ room/ pianos outa tune
on top of it the pictures /of every bride and groom
child/ grand child /lost child
every single tear shed / every single smile
’cause everybodies got/ alota shit to deal with
and life doesn’t stop/ it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust/ offa your feet
take a step forward/ liberate with the beat
so for you/ I wrote this song
I wanted you to hear it/ before you are gone.
the African in me/ the Seminole in me
These are some a things my grandmother gave
to me some believe there are and some believe there
ain’t if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint

(chorus)
Early in the morn/ before I wash my face
The bed isstill warmbut there’san empty space
Earlyin themornin/ before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place

Yeah!!! That’s the beat right there.
I’m about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don’t try this at home, yo.

Yo, yo, yo
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin African voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin skyward
Calculating May 5, 2000 the nine planets’ll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big ass “Canibus comin soon” poster on the side of it
I’m known geographically and intergalactically
That’s why I got extraterrestrials that wanna battle me
They even tried kidnappin me
And they would’ve snatched me
If their craft didn’t get trapped in the Earth’s gravity
Engines stalled and failed. Crashed into a farmer’s field
And that’s really what caused Roswell
Undercover operatives workin for COM 12
Disguised as a nigga signed with a record deal
Lyrically I’m off scale
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y’all feel
Briusin niggas, confusin niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Wack niggas wanna be down but its not allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you’ll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I’ll bust your shit. Swell your lip and get the Bubba shrimp
Back the tougher shit. What a wimp
You giant Goliath. Niggas get shot with a rubber sling
I’m an experiment gone bad.
My brainwaves on an encephalograph show that I’m stark ravin mad
Your whole scientific staff’ll get killed in a nuclear blast
When I throw the formula stashed in my hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in chemical weapons class
Just to see how long a nigga’s breath’ll last
I put him in a leather mask
Spray his ass with a can of pepper gas
Then watch him grab his neck and gag
Watch the nigga choke to death as I laugh
“You wanna battle?” is the type of question you should never ask
Nigga, pick a tougher task. See who the fuck’ll last
Whoever lose’ll get a solderin iron up the ass
You need to recognize
My hand is quicker than the eye
Quicker than the 5 speed Jamiroquai drives
A lifespan longer than 9 lives. Infinite rhymes that can’t die
A nigga with a divine mind
I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames
Dividin myself into 100 ten times
You can’t deny the offerin’s an offer
Flows that glow with aurora’s the spark of light
Water fly like a saucer
With the torque of a Porsche
Murder a million MCs then autograph all of their coffins
Been gettin it on since I been born and I’m a live long
And I’m a be gettin it on till I’m gone
Look at all the stages I been on. All the songs that I spit on
I took an oath to rip everything I get on
A nigga like me should have Carpal Tunnel syndromes
In the wristbones from grippin microphones this long
I’m just a small fish in a big pond
And gets pissed off whenever I gets picked on
Nigga try to flip and get flipped on
My army march a million strong
Like the nation of Islam with suede timbs on
Extremely hostile
Fully armed troops dressed in frog suits and night vision goggles
A lyrical lynch mob
Shittin on niggas drawn to a hideous form with horns and a mink on
Duckin down low like Vietnam fightin the Vietcong
Screamin “incomin” when I see a bomb
Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds
Plus 800,000 to even consider a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You be

Yah, anyway, wo na na
Weed
High grade
weed
Good fi nerves
weed
Yeh
Weed
Hundred dollar bag
weed
Tell dem all about
weed
allright
weed
just me argument

yow, yow
When you see me inna di dance
Me an goofy a trod
inna mi scandal bag me have
Hundred dollar bag
When you see mi inna di dance
Mi an kiki a par
An you ask a where mi have
Hundred dollar bag
You see di car where mi drive
An di house where mi have
An dem ask mi how mi get it
Hundred dollar bag
An nuff night mi a bleach
And di teacher come fi teach
And mi tell di youth dem fi buy
Hundred dollar bag

Policeman ?
Why mi fadda deya bush a press di seargant wid
Legalize it, dem ‘ave di permit fi green
But di bigga heads dem a sell di weed outa street
Gee, babylon take man fi flee flee
A man fi go a fi sidewalk go buy kiki
Inna face a babylon wan’ brutalize we
Anna di weed a bring di music inna di industry
Through di weed
You know discover Bob Marley
Through di weed
You know discover Tosh and Bunny
Through di weed
You know discover di great Buju B.
Through di weed
You know wok Beenie and Bounty

chorus

An a guess mi a guess
Dis is what I believing
Get di sensimilla is di real born healing
When mi smoke di sensi, make mi reach to di ceiling
Mi nah go deal with no stealing
Well, di coke, di crack, di heroine
Dat mi no dealing
An di sensimilla give yah natural feeling
Coke mash dem up an leave di whole a dem screaming
Good sensimilla man burning

chorus

Well I will sell di sensimilla on di east side (east side)
Sell di sensimilla on di west side (west side)
Smoke di sensimilla on di north side (north side)
Sell di sensimilla on di south side (South side)
Dis is what di doctor come fi preach cry (preach cry)
Smoke di sensimilla a yah realize (realize)
Den a wan’ fi eye dem fi recognize (recognize)
Organize and centralize and you will be wise (be wise)

chorus

You don’t really think you’re gonna get away do you?
We haven’t spotted them yet
But they’re somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
A 100 Miles and Runnin’.
MC Ren I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it’s done in.
Since I’m stereotyped to kill and destruct
Is one of the main reasons I don’t give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
‘Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin’ jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We’re not alone, we’re three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin’ my dyes, ’cause I’m not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They’re out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank – They can kizz my black azz.
I didn’t stutter when I said “Fuck Tha Police”.
‘Cause it’s hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it’s broken and can’t be fixed.
‘Cause police and little black niggers don’t mix so
Now I’m creepin’ through the fall.
Runnin’ like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y’all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
‘Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin’…

Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, Compton.

Lend me a mutherfuckin’ ear.
So I can tell you why…

Runnin’ with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin’ longer than the mutherfuckin’ marathon.
Runnin’ on but never runnin’ out.
Stayin’ wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin’ if that’s what it gotta do.
But nobody’s pickin’ up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused…
Yo, but Dre’s a nigga with nuthin’ to lose.
One of the few who’s been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin’ young minds.
But you don’t know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C – P – D
Droppin’ some shit that’s D – O – P – E.
So fuck the P – O – L – I – C – E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin’ hard, hauling ass.
‘Cause I’m a nigga known for havin’ a notorious past.
My mind was slick – my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI’s all over my dick.

Got us tick and runnin’ just to find the gun that started the clock.
That’s when the E jumped off the startin’ block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it’s a long stretch.
A little sprintin’ mutherfucker that they won’t catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it’s either that or the Federal pen.
‘Cause niggas been runnin’ since beginning of time.
Takin’ a minute to tell you what’s on my mutherfuckin’ mind.
Runnin’ like I just don’t care.
Compton’s 50 miles but , yo, I’mma get there.
Archin’ my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I’m ballin’ the fuck out.
From city to city I’m a menace as I pass by.
Rippin’ up shit just so you can remember I’m
A straight up nigga that’s done in, gunnin’ and comin’
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin’…

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You’re almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
“Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide.”
Good luck brothers.

Runnin’ like a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I’m gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I’ve got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin’ my “Fuck Tha Police” song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin’ family is wearin’ our T-shirts.
So I’mma run til I can’t run no more.
‘Cause it’s time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.

Clouds are dark and brot