Lyrics:
Falling from the top floor your lungs
Fill like parachutes
Windows go rushing by.
People inside,
Dressed for the funeral in black and white.
the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38 but hey, the hammer chrome
ink in a dark room
No medicine, only shrink was the cartoons
Grew up as a fighter, in ciphers with scar wounds
Gun rhymes, when sun shines you see his
Whip, whip Gelato
Flossing with the ink
Drip, drip Picasso
I know you ain’t seen me in a while
Been a spell
Well, this is what I’ve been doing
(This
The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands
get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump
WHEN I WAS A CHILD
words and music by David Allen Slater
Copyright 2007 by David Allen Slater
WHEN I WAS A CHILD
MAN I FELT SO FREE
THE SKY WAS SO
Already incredible I might as well ink the paper
Hell yes!
Easy-peasy, right?
Sure. Hey, whatever makes the hazel glaze well
I sink teeth deep in
and limbs
Will be lost in the ink, well it's awfully grim
Did you want to be him? Walter, better man than you've ever been
It's a downward spiral, time
Underground
They're spilling blue blood like ink
The statistics never sat well with me
They're advertising destruction
Like what we built is make
The ink and the tattooed dreams
Until the fat lady's sung we'll stay forever young
She don't believe in God
Prefers to think life's just odd
She seems
dreams
I spit these things like they in permanent ink
Till my lord come in half of a blink
How the chorus go
Don't give up son follow your dreams
Moms
for life
Don't drift ashore
Baby come by, baby come by
Watch you fall asleep
In and out of a dream
Tell me, have you been
To the other side?
Won't you
Ey, "give back the freedom" and back away
Accolades coming by the boatload
Never been so fascinated by a stubborn old goat
Slow pokes, catch me if your
Ah, check the crippled man sittin' in the church
My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt
She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs
the purpose of helping the western wind colonize
lands untouched by it’s dirty plastic shine.
So you wanna see us be the next in line?
Well, my friend, I
a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep
on a leave of absence
With no resemblance to reality
Felt like a rocket launched in the great blue yonder
By the boys down at Kennedy
I checked into his
When the storms of life are raging,
And the waves crash over me,
I remember David's courage,
Facing giants fearlessly.
In the den with lions
of who I am
With you by my side our love will always stand
I keep every promise written down in ink
So I'll never forget our love's the missing link
I
Come on, little buddy
See how you still wanna be
Part of a different scene?
You thought you
Could figure it out
Working a well-paying job
Bought by
It was the blackest night!
There was no moon in sight!
(you know the stars ain't shinin'
'cause the sky's too tight)
I heard the scary wind!
I seen
heartbeat echoes a chance,
Rhythms pulse with what’s to be,
In the quiet beat, a dance,
Leading us to what we'll see.
Canvas of light, painted by dawn,
Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome
And it
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