I've rolled my window down,   Streets breeze right through my hair,   I eye the town ahead,   will things be different there?       With thoughts like these my senses dim,   I hope you can catch my drift,       Mark My Words   Your fists can't keep me from the door   Mark My Words   I feel these streets more than I feel God Mark My Words   who do you think broke in these boots?   Mark My Words...       And on that faithful day,   you told me I "forgot my roots",   but with tempests endured,   Hell - I've got nothing to prove to you.