Lyrics:
The day of creation
Was our finest hour
It's something we ought to defend
But it's been so abused
Since the first day of light
That no glory can come
and I am blinded
By the fact that you've been born
Feels like fiction life goes on
Brown eyes are gone
Silence is a virtue
I was taught so I agreed
Or am I stupid just by design?
Does it matter if you really ever know?
This black dog is out of control
My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
I got so tired of meaningful looks
I got so tired of comin' up tame
I was so bothered by those balmy breezes
I was side swiped by smoke fever
closed the curtains
In this little booth
Where the truth has no place to stand
And I am feeling oh so powerless
In this stupid booth
With this
Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban's
So women here make a livin' just carryin' bombs
We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit
In the club,
she doesn't seem to dig that
And then she asks me, why don't I come to her flat
And have some supper and let the evening pass by
By playing records,
And whether you believe it or not, you see us,
So So Def make y'all true believers,
My whole entourage keep it top notch evidently,
We push V's from Bentley
Love is calling earth
Do you know how much is hurts?
I didn't die overnight
In the wind I had candlelight
I'm controlled by my fear
All
aware.
So impressed, the cocktail politics and obscure details.
Its so appropriate, the way we amplify the sound,
And then the neighbors drop by
learn to do
So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
And the old farm road's
Yeah I like your style
Coming at me, coming at me, coming all the while, and
And I like to stare
When you walk by, when you walk by
There's
want's one more Saturday
Well, look here, until then
They're gonna buy your life's time
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters
'Til
With this fresh lifetime we get to ride on this planet
There's two many followers
Dumbasses by the masses
You betta think so hard you fuckin shatta yo
And help me get along
So understand
I must do what's in my heart
I know this feeling inside
Has helped me to carry on
So as the days go by
It ain't always the target that your bullet scars its the innocent passes by.
Its always the good that truly die.
Now whatchu gonna do?
When you
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so
of the earth
So that it shall not be moved
Covered it with the deep of the ocean
Who stands above the mountains
And at your word, they fled,
They hastened
to the sound properly laid and mixed down
By no other than my brother, although from different mother
J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover
The sound
Tis' so sweet to trust in jesus
Just to take him at his word
Just to rest upon his promise
And just to know that is was said by god
Jesus,
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go home
(People, people, people)
It's getting so lonely inside this bed
Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead
And there's an aching
O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee
I'm so in
a little of prosperity and then some
Livin my life handsome, has always been a dream but
Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it)
I keep my
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