I can't see the stars anymore living here. Let's go to the hills where the outlines are clear. . Bring on the wonder. Bring on the song. I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long.
As the walls are closing in. And the colors fade to black. And my eyes are falling fast and deep into me. And I follow the tracks that lead me down. And I never follow what's right.
Unravel me. A distant cord. On the outside is forgotten. A constant need. To get along. And the animal awakens. And all I feel is black and white. The road is long.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arise. . Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
You open your eyes look around. You feel the earth it wanders. Out from under your feet the ground. Is not firm but soft and weak like skin. Under the touch cannot stop to falter.
One thing that I know. It will get better. Each and every drought. Ends in the river. . If I were a diviner, you'd be awash in rain to cool your fire.
On the hills of fire the darkest hour. I was dreaming of my true loves pyre. Who will bring a light to stoke the fire. Fear not for your still breathing.
Carlito made a trip to a horrible planet. When he came back well. He let em have it. A big rhyme sticking like a piece of bone. From a chicken. The kind you suck with your mittens on.
Je veux pas de boloss dans ma life. Dans ma life, life, life, life. . Je veux pas de boloss dans ma life. . Je veux pas de boloss dans ma life. Dans ma life, life, life, life.
Never seen a bluer sky. Yeah I can feel it reaching out. and moving closer. There's something 'bout blue.. . Asked myself what it's all for. You know the funny thing about it.
I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough. 100 percentile no errors no miss. I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much. Don't worry 'bout dreaming because I don't sleep --.
I saw - a new generationcoming. Under - the smoke over Oakland. In and out - the streets are breathing. Under - the smoke over Oakland. . Chaos disorder looting and loiter.
13 red and white stripes flying. White for skin and red for dying. . Why can't i. Walk on through. And not feel like. One is in hell. . We don't need no water.
California sun has sunk. Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night. I was high on junk. And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel alright. . Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world.
Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manaschevitz. Going out to terrorize Goyem. Stompin' Shagitz, screwin' shicksas. As long as we're home by Saturday morning.
Is it you?. Is it you who's been orchestrated?. Is it you?. Is it you who's born frustrated?. Hey! Hey! Hey!. Is it you?. Hey! Hey! Hey!. Is it you?. Is it you who's born frustrated?.
California Sun has Sunk. Behind Anaheim Hills it comes tonight. I was high on Junk. And the warm winter's ending and I feel alright. . Well a crim, it hurt,.
He spent 15 years. Getting loaded for 15 years. Till his liver exploded. Now what's Bob gonna do. Now that he can't drink?. The Doctor said: "What ya been thinking bout?".
With nothing better to do. No one to come home to. I woefully conclude. To take it out on you. I'm bored to the extreme. This world of foolish dreams.
Whatcha gunna do now that ya been blacklisted?. Whatcha gunna do now that ya been blacklisted?. Blacklisted, oh yea. Blacklisted, oh yea.