Lyrics:
Maybe all it takes to break through the noise
Is to raise my voice
Speaking for a world far beyond what I see
Everything can change and that's all up
As I travel deep inside myself
I wonder what kind of man I really am
I've got no answers
I've got no answers
This wicked mind of mine
Disturbs me all
Mapping out a sky
What you feel like, planning a sky
What you feel when voices that come
Through the window
Go
Until they distance and die
Until there's
crash (world crash, world crash)
Crash so I'm paying up my fees
I'll be comforted by grass, staying doing what I please (take it away, aye)
Then, losing
knowing no manners
And everything that it manages
Changing some kind of sanity
Going fed with humanity
Acting some kind of panicky
Think the world is its
world among us
So world of hunger
If they could
They take the world from us
And who I mean by they, teachers
Who don't believe in his students
And you're left without a friend, kind companion
Or a lover by your side
Set down for the ages on those long forgotten pages
Written by the sages when
Baby since you've been gone
I leave the TV on
Gotta hear somebody's voice
I just need some kind of noise
I lay some pillows down
To wrap my arms
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was
catch me next time
So, wordly rhymes they been kind to me
Hoes lie to me, make me try to be what they not, see
I'm gonna call you Wimpy (Can I please
the times that we be hating
Breaking, faking, acting vacant
But I can tell by your eyes
That you know exactly what it is that I'm saying
So let's act all kind
beat
Continue to be the voice
From above and beneath the streets
I gotta lot to say I like 2 talk a bit
Haters say I’m always negative
And always
already feeling it
Maybe I hope for health and helps me cope with losses
By doing something else
tell me what's a fact
Cause all I need is that
All I need
thinking we live in a forest
Using my voice as an artist
Tryna flourish By moving forward
Iʼm never noxious
I pull up on em like a Taurus
The misdemeanor is
the world's so bad
These men rush out to help the dying
And though I am no use to them
I do my part by simply smiling
The ghetto boys are catcalling me
to get in between y'all two,
But you gonna move, move this way
I'm so confused
I don't know what to do (gonna be aight, gonna be aight)
But I gotta
Money make the world go round
Money make the world go round
Money get a nigga off the porch
Money get Porsche
Money make a nigga get a torch
Money
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
can offer them?
Is this the best we can do?
What kind of world are we living in?
I just can’t stand it anymore.
Isn’t it time we stop giving in?
the best we can do?
What kind of world are we living in?
I just can’t stand it anymore.
Isn’t it time we stop giving in?
What’s all this crime and hatred
the thirties, the nightmare years
Then came the same thing over again
Mad as the moon
That watches over the plain
Oh, driven insane
But oh what kind
dwellin'
we're labeled as high-tech felons
see-74 to the shores of Broadway
I hear the voice in the Hallway, everyday all day
ghetto Heaven, Four-Four
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was
There was a time when men were kind
Their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was
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