Lyrics:
the nail on the head
If you had it your way, L.A. rap would be dead
But it's not like that, we got the suckers bumpin
Wear the wrong color, get broke off
feel no better than dead.
There's something to be said for.
This attempt to get you to relate to me more.
If there's a time and a place to cry.
Franklin
I'm sitting here writing these words
As you judge me when I speak
Your eyes so dead and hollow
No colour but grey I see
Your arms and mind are
the one, I'm the one that got these niggas shook (phew)
Die by my respect, you disrespect, your life can get it took
Ain't no half-steppin', we gon' step
It was the dead of winter
The cold was in our bones
And our shelves stood barren
As we had ever known
So our mother stands on the porch one evening
Look, they love to know the story
More grody than Mr crowley
For those embarrassed to know holier
Than thou Imoli habit's
Paris to the Gobi bring him
In the Petrified day
with the strollers in the park
and the radio plays
from the top twenty chart
watch the workers go by
holding hands in the sun
There may come a time
When the days are short
And you'll feel it
Like it just ain't worth it all
And the sky is full
Of the winter gill
But
It's the start of a bright new day as the light finds its way
Through the curtains at the end of my night.
I'm alive in a city of dead people
Endless halls
Deep bottomless corridors
Where I have crawled through years of cold dead decay
Reaching for something I could never hold onto
protected by chain mail
Today's the day maids await to see a cisternum
Took my little mens with her, told 'em love 'em, kissed him
He's always sensitive,
black-and-white, protected by chain mail
Today's the day maids await to see a cisternum
Took my little mens with her, told 'em love 'em, kissed him
He's always
this girl, not yet crushed by the world
I'll count the freckles on her face
One, two, three hundred times a day
And sing a new song, something I'd never
our blood
We bleed of black
Reclamation shapes the face to a graven image
See the lines
We mend our seams
As days go by
On wounded knees I see
Sleepwalk your way through this dying hell
Strive to keep our heads above the waterline
No hope just a ratwheel of aching days
System changes tide
got me searchin'.
Hold on, sweet talkin' lover,
It's so sad if that's the way it's over.
I was walkin', many days go by.
I was thinkin' 'bout
[Nieder / Christ]
Two people, great for each other, meet by mistake
Now you tell me is that coincidence?
You've got two others, great for each
Can’t tell this happiness is fake
I feel so dead when I’m awake
I crumble underneath this weight
Don’t know what’s wrong with me today
Tell everyone that
and go
I got it fair and honest, I sweat to own my land
Those big corporate farmers, their all driven by their greed
They try to squeeze us local farmers,
Fake faces, them crossed of yeah, yeah
My faith is from the cameras, yeah
Flash-flash, I'ma take the pictures for my fam, damn
Show 'em I've made it
is crossed by the shadow of a man. And the day is here start running if you can. Your blood is mine. As you look them in the eyes. You walk the line.
Chorus
A short Life of Trouble , A few more days apart
A short Life of Trouble dear girl
For a boy with a broken heart
Remember what you promised
breath of life into my lungs
We walked together with you side by side
In the coolness of the day where you reside
Yet we turned away from everything you
signifies the tide
That I have to the covenant I made for my allies
work till the day dies night skies rise
awakens the monster lies behind my eyes
Make
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