Ain't No Rhyme Lyrics: Henry Biggs Music: Henry Biggs and Mylene Farmer take a long look at this face I wear worl's goin down from what I see and hear boy takes a gun to the mama he loves kills her for money one of his last moves tries to play low but whaddaya know boy's in the pen he be there to the end now drugs take another chump and mess with his mind and he blows away ten like dust in the wind he shakes like a leaf with the gun in his mouth and boom goes another boy in his youth next days paper I sit down and read innocent people stabbed and shot dead I shed my tears for the way the world goes pray to god but I don't know what that does try and cry from the womb to the tomb cuz this world ain't but a floatin time bomb REFRAIN there ain't no rhyme ain't no reason ain't no rhyme ain't no reason ain't no rhyme ain't no reason ain't no rhyme ain't no reason I bust my butt but what does it come to still I got nothin but a hole to go home to poor in the street and everybody wants but look at me bro I got holes in my pants I can't step to a woman cuz every time I lose women see my rags they play me ice close I wanna keep clean but I think why bother why not live large like every other brother I'm just scrapin by tryin to make a living but if I worked the street yo I'd be thriving I play the game straight but yo it's too tough look at me and what I been through I oughtta high-step yep and roll on downtown deal a little smell but with a car of my own cuz straight don't pay it only pays to push I'm a kick back and sniff for my rush cuz REFRAIN Ain't nowhere to run to ain't nowhere to go no way to stop ain't nothin' to do I try to fight it but I ain't got the power just feel myself sinkin lower and lower so I'm gonna live a little before I'm gone since they ain't no justice I'm a go it alone buy myself a fine car and jack some heat work the streets and get paid for my sweat shoulda started this when I was a punk teen now I'm a roll before I'm a has-been front like a mother and start to live ain't messing with no more Johnny B Goode jive cold is the rule fool don't matter the cost playin clean's like gettin tied to a whippin post you know these days you run for cover cuz the days of right and wrong are over REFRAIN x 3

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