Lyrics:
You're hurt by black angels optical fallacy Guilty silence general decline The truth hurts when your throw off all disguise""
back and ignite the track
I've got a heart of gold but my soul is black
Ever since I made a deal with the motherfuckin' devil
I traded in my weak shit
At the edge of the forest
in a crooked hut she dwells
The skeleton witch is death herself
Gleaming birch trees claw in the dark
The frantic thumping is my own
nine, all of my friends by my side
Nothing to hide, nothing to lose, I'm on the loose
Bet you my bottom and top dollar second you get here you'd love it
painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout foe'nem all the time
Back when Grams lived on the four
First floor,
nigging when the bills come in
Single Girl Blues.... no one taking me for granted again
Single Girl Blues....no little black hairs clogging up my sink
step moves
Braces for cold minds
I trace my own lines
I wait in low lights
Until I find
Bits of the old place
Familiar cold ways
Distant
lives
We degenerate by our own hands.
Dystopia
Shackled in life
Dystopia
Follows the light
The sphere of embers
The fields of pain.
And I proudly stand
create, you create
You like your muscle play
To flee from your dejection day by day
Lost in the depths of my fantastic world
Vague fragments of days
happy
It’s harder to love people who are never satisfied
Everything is dividing and loyalties questioned
Sometimes I’m terrified by my own side
Maybe
potential of aggression seems to
Be a part of passion
Young souls feel the creeping pain
When scum gets out the dirty drain
You will get down forced by
INTRO:
Cause I know, diamonds aren't the only thing, that shine And I know, love can make the darkness sing
VERSE I
I THROUGH MYSELF OUT MY OWN HOUSE
Your a stranger in my arms, arms
(Solo x 2)
Verse:
Now I'm on my own
Don't you know I'm way past grown
Now I finally see
What's going on with me
I
I'm back by popular demand
Well not really, but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
I never thought I'd say I got too many
its song of sorrow over your black ruins
But tell me, who will bring to me a handful
Of your sacred ashes the day I die, to put in my grave
And mix
I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die
So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by
I'ma ride, till the wheels fall off
sure
I am not pure
African fruits mixed with Cherokee juice
I am a black man with red clay roots
Arkansaw I am
Blackman speaking my I am truth
I
train
Yet the mood I'm in is frailty
You're my force and my despair
Will oblivion always help me
Will you always be fair?
How many black nights
Of cold
mean, man, I bought my own zip code
(oh)
Leave me alone, I go flip mode (what's that?)
Don't care if you black with a big nose
White with pink toes, just
it coach or first class
Like a trip to the otherside soaked in all black
time to face facts layin flat on my dead back
I flip dat call it all a mishap
time and do it slow
I'll do my own excersises
Right between your thighs
It's all very pleasureful
I'll go places he won't go
Lets keep it
Ignite the cypher, let it touch ground. (repeat)
Verse 3:
I’m spitting sideways for nine days
I create my own lane on the highways
after work, you getting
Remember in your time when we lost Black Panther
Well look off in the distance see the statue stands still
Stand still let that drone pass by
This is
To make some Space-Time of our own
'Cos our theory is we can use it to
Sew up a Black Hole in the sky
Using a fabric-patch of Space-Time stuff
That's gotta
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