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Albums:

Bouncing off the Ceiling (A*Teens) · The Ceiling (The Wild Feathers) · Empty Ceiling (John Martyn) · Dancing on the Ceiling [Bonus Tracks] (Lionel Richie) · Dancing on the Ceiling (Swing, Inc.) · No Ceiling (Cody Simpson) · Dancing on the Ceiling (Lionel Richie) · Dancing on the Ceiling (Lionel Richie) · Glass Ceiling (Andy LaVerne) · The Erroll Garner Collection, Vol. 2: Dancing on the Ceiling (Erroll Garner) – and 90 other albums »


free the soul
To live forever with a heart of gold

We are the future, we hold the key
The messengers are calling, "wake up your race"
All but man
livin' how we live it bitch
Redid my grill nigga platinum to that gold shit
High price high life do this shit every night
Shoot the dice pay the price
live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black
Digging deep into the ground
Black gold seeking, hell bound
Enter dark shafts
Early up and old
Wrecking themselves
Misery unfolds
It eats their
The buckshee hangman swears
For open crypts to silence
Nylon knots to sway by prayer

In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give
He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases, takes small change from the poor box. 
Tyler has the key. 
He takes nail and hammer to tack up
and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne

My heart's
and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne

My heart's
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
To the throne of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold

Throw the first key into the sea of hate

Throw the second key into the sea of fear
Throw the third key into
yet corpses, still we rot
Oblivious to our decay
Drinking poison drop by drop,
Destined to die

Unless we save our lives,
From the coming dawn,
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
losing their lives in this world of wars

Firewind Raging

Their kingdom, their freedom
Hanging on their words
Black shadows, blood battles
Dying by
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
I feel your racing heart
My liquid silver arms extended
These waves aren't far apart
Black gold in claw foot tubs unchanging
I am fire, where's
fleeting, gold is fickle
Gold is fun

There is gold across the river
But I don't want none
I would rather be tried
Than held up by a golden gun
silent one 
I'm the one left in the dust 

I'm an insider, I been burned by the fire 
And I've had to live with some hard promises 
I've crawled
All the children testified that Miss Macbeth
Wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched
Treachery with a smile, etched upon its face
A face of red , but a heart of stone cold black
Servants of two masters, the congregation splits
Serving
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker 
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good 
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
the halls of fire will guide me
An abstract reality
The voices whisper and swirl past me like a black trip of ecstasy
I live for the fire and blasphemy
off the ceilings and the
Sides
Of the towers and the trains.

There's a blacklist. A deep, black malice.
Scars so deep, they're taught to children,
moon.

Theres the finer things in live like kids and a wife before see'n that black moon shine'n.
Yea I listen to my pa as the days go by cause he says
Colours are victorious over the grey,
Stop to get controlled by the state.

For just one day
I wanna forget the value of money and gold,
I wanna live life