Lyrics:
to strike
When stagnancy set in my path to write
Had advice for killers
That sought my death as a practiced vice
Never lacked in might
That was all you, I've
to the next room, and so on. Twelve rooms connected by twelve doors, making a circle, so the twelfth door led to the first room - a mandala.
In the first room,
I'll soon believe it when the care and common interest of the public can replenish what I paid for
Way Up, got rejection knocking on my door every minute
to yawn
Still fatiguing, head still dreaming while my conscious carries on
On autopilot in my movements, still don't feel too blessed upon
Open my door out
Now I've had the time of my life
No, I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you
'Cause I've had the time
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
it)
Ridin' in that Wraith (with the stars above it)
Tears fallin' down my face but I don't cry in public
Own family tryna play, so we dodge
tomorrow?
Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up?
Who's at the door now?
Who's at the door now?
You showed me how to breathe, never showed me how
there
Every question is no
Never questioned before
So we guessing its home
Everybody's secrets inspire all of my scenes
I write in all of my
to get a life
The judge wasn't lenient like he was before
You got three to five and a kick out the door
The public defender really did try
Too
Oh the money man's come knockin' again
Looking for those handouts from the public
As they like to call them
Dressed up in a pretty bow
With our
the door so why won't you come,
Why won't you come ?
Blind things should come to an end
I look so ugly in the photographs and
I don't know what time is it
when I look in her pretty eyes, I don't see it though
Now she done showed me some shit that I ain't seen before
But what we do behind closed doors is
coming for us all,
Them public speeches had failed us,
Just like them teachers that held us
In classes & tried to tell us
Bout the
Red, white, blue.
around in public with people thinking that I am fine
But back at home, I got myself a necklace made of twine
I've blacked out all by myself so much, I've
put the door when they give peace to me
When you see me in the street
Ready to shine by the time put them in risky
Better but nigga Bone when they
dem mi read your vibes
G, never tell them bout the third eye
Cause in the streets, if you slip, you will slide
Everyday me kneel by my bedside. Pick up
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
their pockets hurting
My family broke, and they don't ever miss a Sunday service
Waving when I see a white man in public
But when I see a black man I
we
got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy. Yeah.
[Chuck D:] Wassup, wassup! Zack: Yo....
[x5]
[Chuck D:] "I got a letter from
the minute, oh
By the minute, by the minute, oh
By the minute, by the minute
Bull-headed, let loose in the temple, untethered
Ceramic nightmare, I forget it
I
question
Want to know bout my whereabouts
I'm bout to let 'em know
So stick around till the tape drop
When they see me out in public
Only thing they wanna
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