Dry Spell

<br>stealing whats been stolin <br>and whats given, man I don`t get for free <br>couldn`t find a reason so put the blame on me <br>taking water while the well is dry <br>and the devils always smiling when you pass by <br><br>drifting on my piece of sorry, shattered stubborness <br>one more mistake but I really need this risk <br>I notice the roots and the rythym remain <br>and it`s never like you seem <br>and now the stories lost its theme <br>;chorus; <br>right back where I first started from <br>them all listen when I play this riddim <br>break it off when its given to me <br>don`t worry if its over I`ll just wait pateintly <br>big up the lovin that hold me down <br>them no try and come after me in this underground <br>whom god bless let no man curse <br>the first will be the last and the last will be the first <br><br>so I sloped into the room <br>playing my guitar in my worn out shoes <br>I want o hear the sound just like a stage show <br>where they all lose control <br>and it never lets you go <br>:chorus: