Lyrics:
Social contagion
Somebody wins and somebody fails
We try to make sense of it, hmm, by referencing effort and skills
But what if a company's future
How in the fuck can’t they see
Always blinded by their own misery
Castin’ perspectives onto me
Leavin’ nothing except blindness to see
God thank you
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
the stars collided when I held you in my arms
I knew you were the one
And by the way baby
If there's something that I care about it's true love
And no
If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous (yeah, yeah)
Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me? (Ayo, ayo)
Ayo,
learned life's lesson
All that I`ve dreamed of
All that I do
Deep in my soul and my heart, I feel it`s true
We are individuals, each one of us, is like
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
institutionalized
For tryna fix the system this individual dies
He a panther, 'cause he know racism runs rampant
He a panther, he know the police all a bunch
to elevate,
I don't want to waste time without you,
(Verse 1)
Uh, they say that love blinds, I've seen her true colors and now I'm color blind, her immaculate
The Racist ain't equal
There's about five different types of racist people
First of the five different types of cases
Is the individual brought up
True hustlers everyday get cash
True hustlers like to spend it, love to get that back
True hustlers so busy never text back
Calling shots, true
Observe the word, when I speak, it's the truth's heard
True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
Spreading the blessing across seven continents
Arm
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
individuals
The type who seeming blinded by my syllables
This is my world, motherfucker, I am Bobby with the Digitals
Somebody try to stop me if it isn't true
outlet
Break away from the strain of zoning out
And check out our lives, individual, powerful, peacefully beautiful
Spend your time helping others
Whether
found the sea
There's just two of us, and it's true of me
And the lost by the society
Had to sacrifice, had to roll the dice
Had to make our way through
True
Written By Gary Kemp
So true, funny how it seems
Always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels when toe to toe
This is
during the transmission you begin to lose your focus
Allow that loss to feel true
For in the moments of both recording and listening to this transmission
I can't take away consequences of ones actions
But I can help, by reducing resentment to a fraction
Karmic necessity is perfect for Moral Law
But if
daydreams, far from their homes
Love songs were drowned in the sound of the drums
Don't you know the dream has come true
Don't you know by now the dream
nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk
Treat a nigga like an individual
New year, different moves, it's pivotal
Folks had me on papers at first it was cool
Until I had a revelation, it was
times
If someone makes you cry
I'll be there to hold you
I'll be standing by
You just run to the arms of the one who loves you
You just run
to the sides, like spread wings. On the inhale, stretch your chest by gently pushing it to space in front of you, while your arms are pulling towards the space
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