VERSE 1:
ooo when times are lean
all eyes go green
we’ll walk away…
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
she’d like to know
we’ll wallow down below…
you can’t do many things with withered wings…
no no no no…
VERSE 2:
further down the lane lies mary jane
(“it’s a dope show”)
so far away…
we’ll forfeit for the day
here comes the rain
with nothing left to say…
when nothing comes our way…
with nothing left to say…
VERSE 3:
keep you close to me…
and soon you’ll see…
just how i roll…
so how’d you like to be the first to know?
your faith begins to go….
the pain begins to grow…
the heartache starts to show…
you can’t do many things
with withered wings…
no no no no
your fate begins to go…
your faith begins to grow….
your heartache starts to show…
OUTRO:
so far away in dopeland…
(‘sista’)