Gates of Gold (Part 1)
10Well, Here's a crook-ed story | straight from outta this world
About a Baby born to a mother with a torn and tattered soul.
A Troubled lady, worn from toil and woe.
Yet Fueled By Love... Til the day she fell old.
Far Away From The Gates of Gold.
So now that i'm a Man livin life on my own
Found a wonderful wife with a rebel filled soul.
I would see her work, and cry, til the night she told
Me, how happy we'd be if our money wasn't so low.
Far away From the Gates of Gold.
So later that week i went to the bank with a bag of good intentions and a revolver armed with hope.
I told the teller that i would never shoot'er. To Keep it quiet n just give me the loot. OR
To try nothing crazy cuz for- i was at the end of my rope.
She said: "I'm doing the fast work of the devil. Because the angels were too slow."
Far away From The Gates of Gold.
Now i lay awake alone with the money i had stole
In side my head within an empty hole that once had i called my home.
It takes me back and makes me think from My Mama...and what i was told.
Far away from the Gates of Gold.
So Now i flutter n fly above...
Always watching down below...
Smiling...with angel wings...
Singing along to my songs From behind all of Those...
...Those Beautiful Gates of Gold!
For we ALL pray to keep our heads Afloat.
Far away from the gates of gold.
For now they lay and rest my soul.
Far away from the Gates of Gold.
Singing all my songs From behind Those...
...Those Beautiful Gates of Gold!