Lyrics:
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
right by the drain
Say the name
Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned
Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned
in some way
I look at them to see myself
to judge my life by someone else
The metaphors within replete:
the mirrors are the people that I met
Look
train left the station with the Great Migration
Bloody tracks left right by the drain
Say the name
Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned
that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark
My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.
hun concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot,
Adam
Star-sign I'm a Leo I got fire in my soul
Turning into heathens I'll return them to God
I'm inspired by the greats
I admire if you hate
If you hate
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
ha
I was raised by one, it's in my blood son
Cut me deep, might penetrate the concrete
A A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga what
Put 'cha
on your ass, no chill pill on hand i keep the back up plan (yuh)
fastened to my fuck you and my index Zale in the foyer for a quick fix (gahd damn)
pity
change
In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
lucifers wish
It's all fair in love and warfare, oh yeah, it's dark and hell is hot
You don't wanna go there, infiltrate the program
Never underestimate
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
we was hurtin'
Like the rose out the concrete we surfaced
Like the hands on the clock all around we workin
You can tell by the look on our face it's
brown-eyed baby
Are walking hand in hand down Zastron street
The sun is slowly, slowly setting
Night wraps her arms around the concrete jungle
Dark Madonna
deliverance
Analysist and lycrisist take refudge and just listen in
(Donald)
Death by own admission ain't accountable for those who listen
Or those who can
and salt make hydrochloric acid
The engineer said this nigga really rappin
Get the world in my hands and I'm going to autograph it
Its dark days dark days
I
somethin'
For everybody got they hands out
Like I owe you (like I owe you)
I don't owe you nothin'
Cruisin' late night by myself
Down a dark road (down a dark
created by instar
Once my name was on chalkboards now it glistens in lights
Pour my heart through the pa I'm reborn every night
Put my logo in concrete
that autumn afternoon.
And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it
I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first
wish for one thing it's to see ma dawgs fly
Couple dollars in they hands, let ma niggas get high
Homie get fly while you tryna get by
Life's too short
dark in the park n the swings moving
Lonely child
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where its predator, prey and hunger
Fill your mind and more importantly
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