Lyrics:
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by how you stand
You Ain't for nothing but I'm like give me
you have done to me
How bout you think of antipsychotics for delusional thinking
Peripheral vision
Blocked by ambitions
Blocked by money missions
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by how you stand
You Ain't for nothing but I'm like give me
couldn't find her
I asked a drunken bum where he was. He said he got the fuzz. Ow
And I went to find her and got her and kissed her. And we were happy
The dead will take the reign
Blessed by the guns
City of God
Crawling deep into your soul
A life that fades away
Balanced on the edge of scorn
For
far, far away from the bums
Just know when it all fall, I'm one of them ones, oh, oh, oh
This ain't nothin' that you used to
Doin' it by the beach,
rode
But where is the fourth?
You can climb there
To your lofty perch
It can teach you the fairytale of hurt
Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn
The days blow by in agile moments of clarity
and blind despair.
With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile
come through here and there.
You
and friends remain
And keep us sane
With their help you and I are gonna fly high, fly high
Then it became a game of manipulation and scorn
Treated
Mired by a plague of doubt, the Land, she mourns
Judgement binds all we hold to a memory of scorn
Tell us why, given Life, we are meant to die, helpless
Consumed by you and me
Nicole
Nicole, I love you
I'm thinking of you
With every motion I make
When the stars are above you
Know that I miss you
Five hundred racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
the hell I'm from
'Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is
the well
the black hole to hell
its evil must never arise I can tell
Holy mission
forever he's sworn
to protect our world from hatred and scorn
He will not
In Newry Town I was bred and born
In Steven's Green now I'll die in scorn.
I served my time to the saddling trade
But I turned out to be, I turned
suffering
Forever being stung by wasps and demons breath
The blood and tears that fall serve the maggots need
Descention, thrusting to the second plain
scorched by the sun that day
Man
We had fun that day
And at night after dark
When our bellies were full the fireflies came out for a private night show
Locked in a tower, I'll never be alone again
I'm searching for that open field, vast and scorn
Down by the alder, we were wishing our hearts together
Down
Innocence inscribed in this crudeness of rites
Wounds worn by the heretics of light
Creation of hell-bound life
Thrill of this inversion
Majesty
Kool-Aid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum
Here Kansas City come so give me some
scuffle all because of Willis Reed
Now there's one more bar in New York
I can't get me what I need
One by one, the doors are closing
One by one,
niggas and fakes
Elected officials with interest that make a Harlem nigga shake
Cause they don't care about the poor
And that's the condition you scorn
and scorn
I'd wonder why I had to blindly abide
By a society in which I never actually asked to be born
And they detested me
That's why my first day
Ya heart feeling sore
Ya mind cant more
Ya coat, suitcases, and all ya luggage sitting by the door
Last look over your shoulder, ask you are you sure
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