Lyrics:
it's your pride
Maybe it's your pride
You can tell my guys
Imma hit yo line
You gon take my side
I can see yo eyes
We can break those ties
I can hear yo
everlastin there'll be no part two
Knowledge is infinite once I start to draw
A better picture for your third eye if you're blind
You know with a mic
of reality
All three eyes to the revolution can now escape the blind state of confusion
Trials and tribulations of the original nation
Leaves a headache,
The Elohim, higher powers be supplying me
Through the firmament, photons of light ignite
Get my electrons to vibe at high magnetic frequencies
Third eye
very ? black
Humph, I walk down the street
And I see a line of cars
Maybe blue, maybe brown, maybe green
But their turning black
Before my very eyes
ass means nothing to us”/
...as they laugh, tears flowed to his eyes/
Thinkin....maybe they would love me more if I were white/
3rd
Russ is 37 now,
pointing and laughing and shrieking. They were about my age. Maybe a little older. Their beady, black little eyes. I still see them. That’s when I knew I was
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
it’s so
Boring by the third day into
It and of that night
In the twenty-four hours, I
Was on the twenty-third, i turded on ‘em
And he heard a lot more
visualizing this invisible clone
It's my own and it's own
Rest assured it's my dome
Maybe I need to go to bed
Could have sworn I just heard that voice up in my
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
say go ad infinitum
So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think
Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by
I, don't feel like myself no more I can't lie
My self confidence just taking a dive
I need a third eye for all of these knives knives knives
You,
Feddie from Watts
Project baby I was raised around Chevy's and drops
Niggas couldn't picture me rolling because they all got cropped
I do this shit blind
by
Maybe I've been getting too high
Going where we go when we die
Dreamt that I fell into the sky
Stomach full of butterflies
Drops for your third eye
on the prize and
Nuh bother waist yuh time
Shine shine shine shine shine
Blind them with your
Light light light light light
Yeah
Me tek di day dem One by one
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
drownin' me out
But you postin' for me, and you shoutin' me out
I don't want the clout
I've always been real
I gotta keep talkin' about how I feel
Or maybe
And everything my mom would say
But you don't know the half of it but maybe you will
You provide when eye need closure
You reap what you sow and I've been sowing
walk in the day
Feeding on The Community
My Blade is always off the leash!
Opening third eyes
But they still blind
So I creep From The Curtains
Laser beams in the smoke
I feel no gravity
Only heat on my neck
Like a pull of Destiny
Catch a thread, pull on it
Maybe on the other side
There's
The rolling stones painted it black but all I see is red
Maybe I am colour-blind, or am I filled with dread?
Or bloody eyed and I spin like thread (eye
(Everyday I send a prayer up into the sky)
(Waiting for an answer)
(Maybe the lord will forgive me)
Everyday I send a prayer up into the sky
Waiting
third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
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