Lyrics:
And as it gets dark in this house of hallways
And no corridor leads to the stairs
With still wet black paint on all the windows
We got no clocks
by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets
This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
Maniacs,
Ride it out of here.
But amongst the tide,
We are insignificant,
Drowned by our discontent.
A life still stagnant.
Wade out
In the swell
blindly walk in line
And forget what it stands for all the time
Chief-constable lombardi knows his duty and he says
We must take some measures to maintain
Drake back to life,
He'd understand...hold my hand
I wish a constant stream of happy shit,
Live forever...in world of leather
I wish the rain
an angry oar
And cursed that blue divide
As if it weren't enough
To still be stranded on the wrong side
I landed in the surf
When a breaker hit my
a roommate
He drank up all my booze
Spent his Fridays at the gym
And thoughts of me evicting him
Never came true
But I still think of you and how
We can't hope to explain all the complexity
But we hope to give you some insight
For the musical forces at work
And have a good time in the process
broadcastin' in European homes (Bitch!)
Swang thru on a Tarzan rope (Uh)
And ripped you out that Pierre Cardin coat (Yeah)
When I'm tearin' out tonsils in ya
like dat huh dats what they like
Dolla signs, rubba bands roun cash
Mayne u got a ole lady still takin care yo ass
And u like dat huh dats what they like
CALL ME IN THE MORNING
Everyone has a voice - but not all choose to use it
Some believe that choice is a natural fact
For those who disagree it's
and wise
So we raise a glass or three
To our true lost friend
Though nobody wants to face it
We'll all meet up in the end
The years have rolled on by
We're
Y'all still putting batteries in niggas backs and power by they salaries
Should see 'em when the camera's off, you know the drill
Hear the wrong thing
me Master Kilby, but where are you bound?""
He says ""I'm going to the West where I hope I'll find rest
In the arms of my Nancy I'll build a new nest
repentin' in the form of a rhyme
I know the lord's a forgiver, hope he'll forgive me in time
Who are you to tell me
I'm not warm enough for summertime?
Screaming in flames, down from the sky,
That's how he comes in my dream.
Trail of tortured souls, a black boiling wake.
A ghost ridden string with
motivational shit
And it usually ends up going something like this
My first day, without you in my life
Things felt strange, a bit deranged
Even so, I hope
the god that stole my life
I am still alive in here but don't know how to die
Emptiness and tortured awash in misery
My body craves another fix I just
motivational shit
And it usually ends up going something like this...
( Chorus )
My first day, without you in my life
Things felt strange, a bit deranged
Even
of your word
Breeding life in the heast of silence
Humming a tune of orchestral essence
Meeting with you in the still of creation
lungs are full
I hit the bull in his eye if he ain't ready to see
That in the land of the blind, the devil holds the key
Basically it's about slavery
the first bar
I had you shitting in your pants
And now we're opponents in events
Still display incompetence
And if they can't get it done
I call it verbal
up
Early in the game, said I was too young
Kool Herc gave her the work
Had her too sprung he passed her off so the
Youngsters can hit her
Baddest bitch
all smoke cigarettes
By Wednesday I'll be smoking one too
My brother said he don't know me anymore
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Sometimes I still
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