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Here is Turahtan, the Ersatz-Opera with dedications to our lost generation
It is modestly personalized by
Sasha, a Russian Writer
Turahtan,

on the dash might speed
By a nigga so fast that boy Jah all in his bag duffle bags they full
Of cash dog brown bitch fat ass no Kash Doll she fucked then threw

raindrop like res-er-voir
I seen your her hip, move like j-ag-uar
Staring around like spoon
Till her eye brown shoot through the moon
I came to the door
Look

Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No man"
But you can do the job when you're in town

Later on
We'll conspire
As we dream
By the fire

no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh

{Chorus}

{Outro}

She nuh easy easy time fi come by,
 have her owna money, owna tings fi go buy,
 check her round brown eyes, 
nuffa dem can't oppose, nuffa

dig these bars
From palm trees, to bomb green, if it all seems
Like we're living in the land of dreams, by all means
Forever, rockin that, purple

with shit
I'm gassed up by the toxic environment surrounding my dreams
Now, I might get combusted
Fela, who exactly did you make the zombie for?
Cos

You're just standing over there
White dress, leather shoes, brown hair
By the lake with a guy that's fair

You sat down, opened your diary
Black pen,

on the plate
She asked me what would you rate me
About an eight maybe
We up in room 601 I bought her don P
Its the brown hair white skin with the glasses on
I

cold though
Brown mistaken for Black by White
I'm just brown, that's black & white
Combined
Racist, nah I just see colours in this bitch
I outpace

out of bed
And some are grey, and some are brown. Some got frightened by the sound
Of your song that's moving closer, so near, so proud
Turn it up so

out of bed
And some are grey, and some are brown. Some got frightened by the sound
Of your song that's moving closer, so near, so proud
Turn it up so

of plastic dreams
Designer clothes and fancy rings
You'll wanna stay with her tonight
Beneath her brown paper light

Ah huh, plastic

You've never danced like

often but something about you keeps calling me in
I know you probably got some options but I promise i'm the best one you got yet
You caught me by

You are not the girl of my dreams...
Its not my fault we grew up in front of screens
My imaginations weak, couldn't possibly conceive
Every little

byte
We turn off so we don't hear the screams
Mothers want peace more than they want dreams
Mothers want food more than they want wealth
Soldiers make

brown eyes
The kind of soul piercing peepers
That can see through all the lies
Yessir
Now I'm not really sure how you did it
You snuck through the lines,

The sun shines in Boise Idaho
I don't have no place left to go
I'm gonna float myself downstream
Live the dream.
As I wonder I pass you

a Dream Unarmed victim at a murder scene
Snap back to Reality Just another Tragedy
The dance floor is gone replaced by cold Concrete
The music slowly fades

Some  men dream of fortune and fame
Long to own the world and hold it in their hand

I just want to hold one woman tight
Who will always love me

Brown skin and she five-two caught her ass in the drive thru she let me slide thru
You ain't got to tell my ass the truth girl I lie too we ain't

ooo
(Take no prisoners... Mean there's no stragglers on this bus man)
Yeah I'm a crazy
A free spirit
Smashing up them dreams and goals
Loading up

a squirrel then get my focus right
I might cop that bitch a bag by the way she blow the pipe (Huh)
I've been Down Bad like Dreamville
Sippin' brown, I snatch