Lyrics:
Hour The Empty Streets

of crying and the more the colours are drawn from life and the less it seems like you're bound by time and the louder it all and the empty streets

your hand Held for a moment amongst strangers Amongst the dripping trees country girl Walking in city squares in winter rain Walking down muddy lanes or empty streets

bricks to ten in an hour if that Stay away from where the cowards be at Why's that Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back Or I would do it

block proper with the hammer vested Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate Break a white an hour

or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street

in an hour if that Stay away from where the cowards be at (Why's that) Time is money God, and you can't get an hour back Or I would do it again to get

see my knife out (Knife out) Motherfuckers light out (Lights out) Hey whaddup 'cuz it's 50 Cent, what's happenin', nigga? Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin' (Yeah) Hundred miles an hour

These flowers in a glass Mark the hours that have passed As I lay sleeping And I can hear my footsteps ringing Down the empty morning street And the

here I'm all alone in the summer heat Looking at this empty street, all here's left Is writings on the walls, I wonder were all the 11th street kidzz