Lyrics:
even those deaths were a shame
Died with a positive test within 28 days
You're still a statistic even if you got killed by a train
If it's safe
Inseparable
It's by my hip
You know what I'm doing so you never have to ask me
2030 still be social distancing
Really not a mystery
Majority are chicken like
And it might sound dumb but I'm scared to grow up
I wanna go back through the past, cause it all went by so fast
And I'm scared that all the memories,
poppin' off at my people pushing for peace
By blaming them for the violence incited by the police
They start the riots and leave, a fire's under the streets
I only say what I am told
By the master's hand
I only go where I am strolled
By the master's command
So many years of being
Obedient
the end of September and I'm still by the sea
I sit down and there's no one around and no one next to me
They manufacture handmade guitar picks, mustache wax and spun silk guitar strings, mostly for export. Every morning lines of trucks drive through
silence means
And your metaphors, as mixed as you can make them
Are linked like days, together
I still hear trains at night, when the wind is right
I
realize there's no coming back
If you don't get what you want
Oh, and it feels like, just a song and dance
Revered by everyone
I want admission
silence means
And your metaphors, as mixed as you can make them
Are linked like days, together
I still hear trains at night, when the wind is right
I
way
Lying by the pool in sunny L.A
Hello Cadillacs, goodbye old van
But we still remember whenever we can
Do you remember?
'Cause we remember, we
dallas in the mirror.
winter morning, cold as hell.
me and my six string,
no one else.
collar to the wind,
future in the breeze.
hardly seems
together by glue and string
But now your house has burned to the ground
And your blaze was not found
The search can restart in another place
Another
resolved to change my views,
Still I am tumbling fast from the clouds,
Back to earth.
No matter where I turn
It's this lame-arse fear, in the same
amp up to eleven. six nickel wound strings have saved me again.
Suits and ties are not to congregate in my sanctuary judged only by my hands.
down here
bugged
I'm surrounded by dope fiends and thugs
but I'm a still maintain my brain frames so...
one love, one life, one mind dreaming
son one day I'm
Hoping that my hook scraped your tooth
In a city that was hung by that old devil moon
I scaled a steet called St. You
Baby bled on all my keys
She set
Malnutrition for the global poor
The people stood in breadlines
Are still paying for the landmines
Are being cursed for nothing worse
Than living
There’s a ghost you know who pulls at my strings
Moves my hands toward the sharper things
Now I’m all cut up and caught up in some scene
I
Alexa
Hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Pullin' the strings on my heart (ah-ah)
How did you make it this far? (Ah-ah)
Duckin'
a star
Each person can't go very far;
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings,
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
and forget I even exist
I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise
The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed
I flaunt the grin of a man
slaves
-Kano:
Uh, run away run away underground deep
Release me from these shackles around feet.
Old masters they don't own me
Treat artists like sheep by
like a window, told you how I feel
Sharpen my teeth
Lights on a string, you and me
And if I wasn't so uptight
You'd probably be by my side
Don't
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