Texty:
Dust And Blood

my hand, [Incomprehensible] Yo, a place where you niggas get it on And I think it evolved around three hundred racks and thirty stacks See I black on yell, I was dusted

A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding The shadow of the capitol dome slides across his face And his

and lay Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room Hopped out of the car and started to blow up Buck, buck and

come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory [Pusha T] EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya choosin' Critics and news, and all their reviews The watch jeweled and

the desert runnin into the the sun Runnin out of blood and I'm goin' numb I'm runnin and you're runnin And we're runnin and we're runnin' on empty I

So goodbye cut and dry Nice to have known you But something went awry And I've outgrown you And all your confidence Has gathered dust on shelves And

Suns will burn and then dust will blow Honey scars I'll keep you near Our blood is gold nothing to fear We killed the time and I love you dear Kiss

, going west Just for work, just to get a job And we never got lucky We just forged on, and the dust The endless dust, like a plague It covered everything

, 'cause my stomach's in a knot And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin' bats and gats