Sitting in our mansion,
Guarded by expansion,
Questioning our motives and our means;
Wondering why this isn? like the dream.

Walls of wealth surround us;
People cannot hound us.
A gentle Spanish lady cooks our meals,
But we never ask her how she feels.

Limousines and laughter,
Parties everafter.
If you play the game, you pay the price---
Purchasing a piece of paradise.
Changes...changing...


Fog and rain...
([?] and trains...)
Londontown? the same...
(On the road again....)
Borrowing [?] from friends...
(Dirges and pain...)
Circles have...
(Circles have...)
No end.

Paris and Rome---
Making their scene,
but missing our own.
Beatles and Stones---
Then on the phone
And come back home.
Changes...changing...

Nothing left to bind us;
People cannot find us.
You live your life a
Pop 4 Roc(feat. Amil, Beanie Siegal, Memphis Bleek Lyrics
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