Lyrics:
to hide or run from any fight.
Oh, Valentino, Valentino
Are you lonely deep inside
Valentino, Vakentino
Have your dreams all been denied.
Tough as nails
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
her soul
She hates the stars in the black sky
And curses the last cry
Black Jane disquised by your fate
I don't know about group number 2
Man, tough
Listen we would like to
We would like to do for you a real pretty song
That was done by a group
Staring out of his window as the world rushes by
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies,
"I dream of Ballerinas and I don't know why
But I
like a poker, just plain as day
Reflected in the chrome
Of his black Chevrolet
Sometimes the road gets dreary
When your travels get long
And the road
Young, gifted and black
Oh what a lovely precious dream
To be young, gifted and black
Open your heart to what I mean
In the whole world you
a fortune up in black and white
But I'll need a master copy.
You're gonna give your love to me
Shake an apple off the apple tree
When she moves it's
Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
In the eyes of the maker
I could
of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimp with steam
I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo I split your
posted at the bar, can I get a refill?
10 bottles of gin, One chick and her friends
Big booty bitches shake they ass for the rent
Black benz, black tent
Distant drums beats an old refrain, shakes your feet, pounds your brain
Like a buzzsaw
In the darkness down the hall, black-light posters on the wall
I'm just standin' here, lookin' at the man in the mirror
You good? Nigga, I'm great
(Yeah, nigga, talk your shit, Doc Dre)
Yeah, I see the way
of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimp with steam
I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo I split your
my dark life"
And you think you're a guest, you're a tourist at best
Peering into the corners of your dark life
Now that you tear your dreams from
Only thing I know, it's gonna be
Alright
You ever wonder what it means to make it by any means
And finally obtain your dreams
On the come up, but
(spins)
Ah Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in
Dumbed down and numbed by time and age
Your dreams that catch the world the cage
The highway sets
I see your red door and I want to paint it black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
limousine.
Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for I'll tell your father of you
He paid
Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for I'll tell your father of you
He paid to have you
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
Lady Of The Flowers" by Jane Genet
I knew we'd meet again
Don't want your diamonds
Don't want your gold
I want your love
I want your soul
Come
dreams but I'm wide awake (ah-ah-ah)
Footsteps are following me all night long
Spirits are calling on me, something's wrong
Can't shake off my
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