Graveyard Songtext
von Ralph Tresvant

Breeze, yo
Breeze

Don′t plan on stoppin' in the land of the forgotten
You wanna get off, but you can′t slow down
I guess you gotta go under somehow
Where we at, baby? (Graveyard)
Say it again (Grave, graveyard)
This ain't nothin' black beneath the tombstone
And who said there′s no place like home?

It′s the same old situation
No matter where I seem to roam
I could be thousands of miles from hometown
But never that far away from home
A world of hustle for the muscle
Willin' to die to try to get the dough
And everyone′s tryin' so hard to break out
But still not sure quite where to go


Just livin′ life from day to day and
Hope the man doesn't pull your card
Because there′s not much chance of gettin' out
Baby, so welcome to the graveyard

Don't plan on stoppin′ in the land of the forgotten
You wanna get off, but you can′t slow down
I guess you gotta go under somehow
Where we at, baby? (Graveyard)
Say it again (Grave, graveyard)
This ain't nothin′ black beneath the tombstone
And who said there's no place like home?

Terror starts with inner city blues
But who′s spreadin' all the bad news?
Oh, and I bet they′ve never spent any time down in the Underland
But I know how to make it right
We got to get it together and keep it tight
And make that funky people understand
Yes, y'all
The graveyard is a place you got to see
Hell, never did a damn thing for me


Livin' life from day to day and
Hope the man doesn′t pull your card
Because there′s not much chance of gettin' out
Baby, so welcome to the graveyard

Don′t plan on stoppin' in the land of the forgotten
You wanna get off, but you can′t slow down
I guess you gotta go under somehow
Where we at, baby? (Graveyard)
Say it again (Grave, graveyard)
This ain't nothin′ black beneath the tombstone
And who said there's no place like home?
Don't plan on stoppin′ in the land of the forgotten
You wanna get off, but you can′t slow down
I guess you gotta go under somehow
Where we at, baby? (Graveyard)
Say it again (Grave, graveyard)
This ain't nothin′ black beneath the tombstone
And who said there's no place like home?

One, two, three bodies in the alley
It′s massive vengeance from Boston to Cali
Had to let 'em know, still crossin′ the territory
Hangin' 'em high in the ghetto so they feel the story
I refuse to be a victim
Suckers wanna get me, so, yo, I gotta get them
Pars are packin′ the soft to go do the job
While I find where they hang, but that won′t be hard
They're the kind of punks screamin′ for attention
Exposin' their sacks and their cash like a convention
These type of men can just let ′em die slowly
Then maybe he'll have time to give me what he owe me
′Cause soon as I'm finished, bodies diminish
Like the Ku Klux Klan, he's as good as a dead man
Oh, yo, see, now you know
Ridge, the ten-year professional
So here I go, let the bullets flow deep within the rhythm
See, Black, that′s how we gotta give
In the city, we work hard
′Cause everyone realize
Yo, everyone realize
'Cause everyone realize we′re livin' in a graveyard

Come on, punk
Get realistic about this shiznit
Fool, set it off, punk
Breeze, yo
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