I barely make it home by 5a.m.. I'm at work at 8 no sleep again. boss says you got work to do. if it ain't done, then you're thru. I can't take this constant pressure.
She's the window to my soul to let in the sun. Like two pieces of a whole could truly become one. She's my favorite shade of blue. The verdant glow of spring.
Yeah. Hum hum. C'mon c'mon. See. . I sit down by the window and stare. The blind is shut but I don't care. I'm going up, i'm going down. I'm going nuts when you're not around.
Walkin' through the city lookin' oh so pretty. I've just got to find my way. See the ladies flashin' all their legs and lashes. I've just got to find my way.
She lives in a Personal Daydream. Avoids life cause it can be so mean. She paints black all the stars. To cover up her scars. . You might think that she's pretending.
Now, if you got it going on make some noise. Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boys. In my neighborhood , whether black or hispanic. Yo, this is some positive shit but please don't panic.
Nigga, come off, check this out, check this out. Listen all this shit y'all talkin' ain't got no frills. We'll pass the 40 around and we'll see who's got some skills.
Son, I see it in your eyes. There is a burden you cannot hide. But in their arms you feel so alive. And in a moment you cast aside. . All lines have broken and we need you to hold on.
There's fire in your touch. Honey in your words. You whisper things. Like I've never heard. Thone gold in your hair. Most precious anywhere. Your lips on mine.
There's years between where this starts and where it's ending. We're bound to get it right next time. It's getting easier it's getting old. You can trace these same lines back to me.
Yeah, yeah it's sick that, yeah that's good.. Wait hold on a minute, pull it up, stop. You know what you wanna do with that right, you wanna put a bangin' donk on it!.
I've wasted all my daylight. Always dreamin in your eyes. I figured out what matters. Psychically feeling us go by. . Your voice does this thing. And your smile could wreck me.
Nothing gets done.. Everyones tired.. Everythings fine.. Everything comes in its own good time. Pictures of people in magazines. think that they're trying to tell me something..
nobody ever, ever could tell her. what it's like to fall in love. tired of searching, she wants to be perfect. nothing's ever good enough. and i watch, i wait.
Your mind is made up you won't even try. You didn't even cry this time. You say that we could never see eye to eye. And one of us just must be blind. We have our differences.
last ones at the party. no place left to go. you sit and watch the seaside. I'll try to get some dough. you know I don't need no reason to understand.
I don't need to be all things. to everyone but to you I can't try any harder. holding my half up in this arrangement. keeps landing me in hot water. oh to bring good will.
Recognize the writing on the plain white envelope. I've wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wrote. Answer's in a circle through the word love on a stamp.
This fucking city. Is run by pigs. They take the rights away. From all the kids. . Understand. We're fighting a war we can't win. They hate us-we hate them.