You don't worry about tomorrow anymore, cause you're dead.. Or does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?. Well, I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed..
I'm drinking with the jocks. I'm laughing at the faggots. Just like one of the boys. Swinging my dick in my hand. . All my life. All my life. Just like I was one of them.
What if I don't recognize their holidays, or pay respect to those who died in wars?. What if I refuse to resort to violence to solve my conflicts, and if I don't leave it up to their democracy to decide what's best for me? What if I won't beat their cross anymore?.
You're coming off, kinda contrived and pretentious. You're not sayin' anything we haven't heard before. You're caught up in an argument, oh you're so lost in modern art.
It's not just my imagination that I got a gun to my head. Cause I can feel the cold metal and I can smell the gun powder. I know they got their sights on me and its not just paranoia that makes me think this way. I know they got their plan for me. I know they got a grave for me. They want me to admit defeat. They want me to show my fear they know their system's going to break me. It's crushed countless before me..
Does anything still echo? Is there any trace left?. I know she still remembers, she sleeps with your picture by her bed.. They shaved your face and they washed your hair clean,.
Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black. Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX. Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones.
Never found an answer, never found a reason. There was no talk back, 'cause you could never take back. Different conversation, little adulation. Took you to the bath-house, we waited at the entrance.
When I was a boy but not quite a man. We dealin' with life just as fast as can. Never can tell me if friends could fly. It's not that we're scared. . Changes come slowly they come anyway.
Plae lights are fading for final times in my eyes. For soon I realize I may never awake again. Shapeless figures crying for the dawn. ' Cause a cloack of the night has drawn.
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement. only seeing with his third eye. and clutching at the astral shadow. of every passer-by. . He's a wise man, trumping all the answers.
Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.. Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder. I trace its patterns in me.. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again..
So there's a story about the lady in Louisiana. She's a flood survivor and the rescue teams. They come through, and they, I guess trying to recover people.
Back up, back up, back up, back up. Back up back up back up back up ease off. This goes out to all area crew (yes yes). To my BK crew to my QB crew. My LI crew, my Shaolin crew.
Quart of oil, gallon of gas. Baby I sure do hope it lasts.. Destination: Love. Destination: Love. If I get stuck, give me a shove.. Destination: Love.
Lord, lord have mercy. All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say. Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop. Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop.
(7x). Make your move... Across the line. Make your move... Come on, dare me!. I've got a chip on my shoulder. With your name on it. So don't just stand there foolin'.
I'm flying again,. so good to pretend,. I'm in love with the end,. I just want to be your's.... . I'm flowing away,. so good to just play,. I'm in love with today,.
Dudo que me digas que no. . Poco a poco entre tus juegos voy. Aceptando tu propuesta amor. Y tus ganas de tenerme cerca. Queman lento. . Mientras sueñas con tocarme hoy.