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

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


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

The Puzzle . . .

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