inside in the evening, I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons, They say don't live in the past and live each day like it was your last but, I'd rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass, Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents, Sounds so serious don't it? But I'm not concerned with a thing, This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King, The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky, We fall from all 'cause we think we can fly, But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies, Have me I'm wishing that I could bridge the divide, You living the life? In the blink of an eye The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride, Can all disappear so live for the rhyme, Not material things your gift can provide Chorus I've been waiting to come back, Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack, We're getting ready to blow, I've been waiting to come back, Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack, I'm getting ready right now I'm getting ready Suffa Verse 3 Since 'State of the Art' we've stayed in the yard just waiting to start this shit all over, Laying in bars for a day and a half, had to switch from gin to soda, And