He's waiting patiently on a hospital bed. he's waiting for the doctor to come back in. by then he falls asleep wishing he was. just as strong as everybody else.
Thoughts float through my human structure. The destruction of belief reflects in grief. What has become of the creator of individuals. That gave birth to life and commitments.
Give me a night worth forgetting with you, with you.. Swing the pendulum in front my head, so I dont remember a thing, whoa.. Youre the prophet in the black book of the organized religion of me..
Rosey-cheeked. Checkered black & blue. Hes jumping hoops through the rings you ran around him. Sweating kerosene. Remembering how you set the sky alight.
[Music: Jarmo Kylmnen, Lyrics: O-P Trr, Juha Kylmnen]. . Another broken day passed by. Another dead night is waiting to come alive. You are already trying to find.
[Music: O-P Trr, Lyrics: Juha Kylmnen]. . Is this love, hate or pain?. For me it's all the same. These are the last words I say. Because I really don't care.
One day boys and girls you're gonna be dead.. You'll do nothing but get married and make noise in bed.. You'll be someone's nigger and you'll lick their ass..
I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me. My tax dollars paid their ransom, would they do the same for me?. I don't, I don't want them in my home.
I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me.. My tax dollars paid their ransom. Would they do the same for me?. I don't, I don't want them in my home..
Love makes the streets again. Do you remember when?. You laughed and called me names. Times changed, you're not the same. From inner city hell. Dead walls and smoking smells..
The time to remain. Caught you in the game. For money to bleach. I want it to stop. But I can't be late. My bulletproof soul. . Just fades away. Deny the days of yours.
So I wish I could fly. And sincere years of my life. Will never become. The rays of the sun. And I keep traveling in. This unreal world. And maybe soon I will.
Whoever told you that we can not try to fly. To fly without wings much easier just try. To dive in deep blue dream and stay up there wrapped in peace.
She exits her gold chariot. One pump at a time. Cloaked in her matching pin-striped. Arsenal of next month's nows. She grazes through the dark. . Downtown concrete planes.
She exits her gold chariot. One pump at a time. Cloaked in her matching pin-striped. Arsenal of next month's nows. She grazes through the dark. . Downtown concrete planes.
I am the cicada. Who stayed behind. While the others left for the deep. . I am the cicada. Who stayed behind. While the others left for the deep.
Brooklyn, your lights burn so bright. A starry night, blurs as cars pass by. Questions and dreams are brought here to die. We can only turn a blind eye.
I roll over in the morning and I get out of bed. I take a few steps and wipe the sleep from my head. I'm up before the sun even thinks bout shinin'. Even after a late night of wining and dining.
Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!. I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the fucking mornin'. (Yo, yo, yo, yo). Nigga, you got a family here. You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit.
You'll never feel. my blood again. For you this means. the end of all. your sorrows. . Your eternal life,. the end of your tears. and when the sunrise.