Raining again

Raining again, raining again

Eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell

You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

On the end of my road

We got eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell

You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

On the end of my road

Now check this cat, see, Jack D from Dorston and Hackney

The D stood for Daniels, his whole life dismantled

A victim of this habit, he grab it, you see him downing it

The liquor licked him and his friends said he probably drown in it

The landlord trusted him, gave him regular residence

And matter of fact, pulled the cap on one of his superintendents

Didn't know the Jack arrange from whisky drinks to Listerine?

Never forced to Jack the facts on Jax history

He know, we never went to school. He went to school

With no love, just a slice alignment and soul

Decided cider mix with the pot with making wires on the back seemed to beckon him. Dude, is there you reckoning

Before, the cons glass bottles cops blasting

All that my man, Jack dreamt, the blame for Arsenal

He could pass for masterful in the art of basketball

Now we had to fly

Before those four stars sticking his mind

Eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell

You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

On the end of my road

We got eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell

You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

On the end of my road

It's just another character from the end of my road

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

It's just another character from the end of my road

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

And then this Nicholas you that grew up. Put Jehovah Witness

So scared of hell. We never enjoy Christmas

One of a hundred and forty-four thousand

Worth be your blessing to Heavenly Lord's housing or so is mama would happen believe he could chase his bloodline back to Adam and Eve

But from the first time she hit to you, he was out on the street looking for his first fighting through

Saturday night, trying to score with horse

Sunday. Mum had him doing doors to doors

But he thought it was worthless

Mum told me. What's the point in us trying to convert the converge?

She heard it. But wouldn't listen

She just happened in the shirt and tie bitching on his ways to the mission

Wishing. ****, fix up

The eyes potion. He tried to hide it. He was so bait. No

Had the pressure in the building like a volcano

Yo relationship with his mother regard sour

He's reading porn, she reading the Watchtower

. She's turned her back on him. The worst way

And ittle Nikki disappeared on her seventeenth birthday

Eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell

You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

On the end of my road

We got eight million stories to tell in the place where we dwell

You can make your own heaven or hell (Hell, hell, hell)

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

On the end of my road

It's just another character from the end of my road

On the end of my road, on the end of my road

It's just another character from the end of my road

On the end of my road, on the end of my road