Lyrics:
nights crumbling wave
Through the dreamlike districts of the vanished days
A dead man falls from a trotting horse
The rivers run backward to their
the cracks
So for those lost, this a map
Silver crimson black
To know silver is to know respect
In disguise come that silver like a side effect
But silver
fucked on the shore
Where is the pink zaka
Where is the black river
Where the old man is appreciated
Where is the whole hand
I would go to the islands
where we redline zones
So there’s more Black Lives Matter signs than Black folks
Where the affluent liberals gon’ tell you “Vote”
But the Democratic mayor
clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
I'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beat
Livin' in a nightmare on Elm Street
burned down the Don Store Opera
Hijack ya sponsor
Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered
The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical,
probably no great
Novelty for the Reverend Al Green a visit to
The white A-frame structure in the Whitehaven
District, mere shouting distance from
Elvis
ya sponsor
Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered
The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magical
Mr. Tim's other hand
burned down the Don Store Opera
Hijack ya sponsor
Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered
The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical,
Yeah
Just had to stretch man
It's real serious in here right now
The limbo is sitting still
Let's get it
Come on
All black whips with the all black
clinic
Running along Pearse Street
Between the black river and
The holy and undivided Trinity
The council houses erupt with the screams
Of families ripping
the lakes, rivers and seas are poisoned by thy tongue...
When the dying sun is swallowed within thy terrible maw,
Who shall harken unto thee and be counted
They sold some of us down the rivers
It's such a poor level of thought, I get the shivers
It's insidious and it's always been hideous
I had to tread
Have them pull your black Jeep up
We can close out, yeah, hit Tao
Joy District, Underground, wherever the fuck
Don't really get out to clubs, but if they
round in my head
Fires on spires and chimneys of black
Fields on horizons with pylons that crack
With singing sad wires of council house mystics
The Registrar's Office was a bold council gray
I slipped the ring on your finger; it's there to this day
Oakington Avenue, corn flakes and jam
I sprayed your
'em in a river
Ain't nothin' ever happen (yeah)
Smokin' like we smokin' on Skittles
And I got Biscotti, keep a nigga balanced
(yeah) thinkin' 'bout
the council
When I say grimy, I don't mean skates and boards, I don't mean weights and doors
Everybody break some laws, yeah I should have been staying
and the pyramids
A whale and that race with all the bicycles in France
I'm not sure about rivers, they scare me
But I love swimming, I'm good at it
And when I swim I
the sin is immortal.
The diamond of the heart, is pure nocturnal.
In the deep pitch black halls of darkness.
The cruel high-council of evil, demands self
We wake up in Oregon
We don't have any friends here
I'm lookin' for a job but there's a black hole
And it eats all the resumes
You turned 18 a month
is hell, for young black males
Pick your cell, cracker jail
Our options are few, temptation is plenty
For someone with my eyes and skin dark
of sorrow, the sin is immortal.
The diamond of the heart, is pure nocturnal.
In the deep pitch black halls of darkness.
The cruel high-council of evil,
This twisted wretched place shadowed
By the utmost darks of hell
In dreams of black beyond the bounds
Of a withered witch's spell
Where
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