Lyrics:
I'm on my Sunday drive, I still find the time
To write a rhyme so fly, Let me slide on by
I've got the vibe on 9 plus 1 times 5
Let me break it down
Bemus Point on July Sundays
By trolley we'd go
To your benefit we's strike or bargain
With the waving fist a union man
Not just for
Smokes
wrote this one on Sunday with no sun rays
Under a grey and blue sky thinking one thing
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I rhyme while it shines
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that
remorse
You uncovered all my skin
Left my skeleton shaking with the bones I'm in
You discovered all my faults
There's not a damn thing I'm afraid to talk
Aaa
Aradia
Aaa
Aradia
Aaa
Aradia
Aaa
You can burn her body, not her soul
She is more than skin and bones
You can burn her body, not her soul
She is
the lead in my soul
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
All of our hopes and our wishes
Our future remains
Could be destroyed by these
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that
double in the mirror
Like you're standing next to me, and I smell
Sunscreen on a Sunday morning
Salty skin and crowded streets
A flicker dancing in your
inside these crumbling walls
Do I even care as I watch a sea of people
Dwindling into an audience of skin and bones
An audience who doesn't have
I stick to the pen again and again
I'm wearing my skin again and again
I'm paying this rent again and again
I look for the sin again and again
Stick
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
to take it all back
And hold you here
And now you leave me with
Hair skin and bones
Hair skin and bones
All my rainy thoughts lead to you
I know it's over
Black in America
Judged by skin color over character
A revolution is in need
Mass hysteria
Yeah will carry us
We need numbers
Numbers of people to care
to the land, of unfree man,
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens?
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled;
A one-way seat,
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
and racks (and racks, and racks, and racks)
In church on a Sunday
I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday
White on white tracksuit, 'cause you know
brought me to the land, of unfree man
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat,
haunting me, eternally
You're not my judge - my jury
You can't walk right through me anymore
My skin and bones, my skin and bones
Are not what I am it's
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