When I was a young boy I'd pretend that I had a job. My daddy stayed pretty while my momma married into the mob. I dreamed one day I'd be living off the system for free.
I know so many white people. I mean, where do I start?. The trouble with white people. Is you can't tell them apart. . I'm so bad with names. And dates and times.
They told you your music could reach millions. The choice was up to you. You told me they always pay for lunch. And they believe in what I do. And I wonder if you'll miss your old friends.
I hate you sometimes. But I love to be your queen. You are my muse. Got me smoking nicotine. . I watch you sometimes. From oh so far away. But I can't forget you.
Girl, what are you gonna do with this time?. You are on your own with a question on your mind.. Ain't it a funny thing to accept that you are the worst company that you have ever kept?.
The warmth of north main street. Shows me how I took myself through. Illogical landscapes with you. Scribbling on napkins in foreign ports. All sorts of sidewalks I don't traverse anymore.
I am not a pretty girl,. That is not what I do.. I ain't no damsel in distress,. And I don't need to be rescued.. . So, so put me down punk.. Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair?.
In a forest of stone. Underneath the corporate canopy. Where the sun. Rarely. Filters. Down. The ground. Is not so soft. Not so soft. . They build buildings to house people.
Your souls are nailed to the cross. The blood still runs. But the wounds will heal. And leave scars of remembrance.
Your souls are nailed to the cross. The blood still runs. But the wounds will heal. And leave scars of remembrance.
My passions rise. A twilight ride. Stark light of dark night in my eyes. . My forlorn lust. My soul it burns. My forlorn lust. . My soul is burning. Take you now, in my sleep.
I sold my soul for you. You cut my life in two. Nightmares from what I've seen and where I've been. Made me run from you again. . Controlling, big brother's eye.
I am a victim of my time, a product of my age. There's no choosing my direction. I was a holy man but now with all my trials behind me. I am weak in my conviction.
Make my bed in droughts of beryl. I haven't shot this thing in years. Do you think I'll fold?. . Calloused hands of detriment. From a crossbow flinch of gasping air.
Not you!. Not you!. Not you!. Not you!. I'm me not you!. What have I done, and what am I to believe?. Well, not a single thing you're saying to me. I've had enough my friend, and I'm fed up again.
I really should be gone now cause if I stay. Its only so much left of the day. And if you ever want to reach out. Would you be so kind. Let the sun light play with your mind.
It's as if the fore fathers. Gonna trade it for a piece. They can lick the wound slow. Like they're from the northeast. They resist I'm going easy. Bankin on the hearsay.
I've watched the good times come and go so fast. I remember the first time we met. How it felt ... to share a laugh and not feel alone. Thinking back on those days brings a smile to my face.
I don't know what makes it grow. I know that seasons come and seasons go. Oh man, I don't think I can. And you found it in your heart. And you don't wanna see it pulled apart.
I never claimed myself to be. The world's most perfect human being.. Yeah, I try to do my best. But I fail like all the rest.. . I'm not strong, smart or well dressed.