How I Roll

Hard times
Try to make a living
You wake up every morning
In the Unforgiving
Out there
Somewhere in the city
There's people living lives
Without mercy or pity
I feel good
Yeah I'm feeling fine
I feel better than
I have For the longest time
I think these pills
Have been good for me
I think they banished
All my blues into infinity
That's how
I roll That's how
I roll Sometimes
I wake up at night
I don't know what it is
But I must have got a fright
I thought
I heard a scratching
Underneath the floor
Does the devil come to get you
At a quarter to four
That's how he rolls
That's how he rolls
Too late!
She cried out loud,
Her voice emerging
From her inner shroud.
Too much!
I thought
I heard her choke,
It's all she says
After last years stroke.
She has a hard time,
Living in this city.
Get up every morning,
In the Unforgiving.
Out there,
Somewhere in the city,
There's people living lives
Without mercy or pity.
It's how they roll
Sweet Lord, it's how they roll.
Sweet Lord, sweet
Lord... Sweet
Lord...