All the pieces fall into place when we walk these fields. And I reach out and touch your face. This earthly haven is enough for me. . So break the bread and pour the wine.
Shameless sea. Aimlessly so blue. Midnight-moon shines for you. . Still, marooned. Silence drifting through. Nowhere to choose. Just blue.... . Ceaselessly.
Take a breath. Take a deep breath now. Take a breath. A deep breath now. Take a breath. . When you're down is where you find yourself. When you drown there's nothing else.
I am a gifted artist. I've learned to paint this canvas well. I work until I've finished. An ideal image of myself. But You know better. . I am a storyteller.
I'm knocking on Your door. Won't You answer?. I'm waiting for a word or just a whisper. But if You can't answer me this time. I can handle everything just fine.
A million miles away from anything familiar. A thousand places I would rather be. So I choke back the tears and try to find the bright side. Though I find it hard to see beyond my suffering.
I hear a blind man, asking where this road goes. But we won't tell him, we just stop to block his way with stones. I watched a woman, overtaken by disease.
(Verse). I'll be gone in the morning. Got my bags out the door this one last time. But while I'm here tonight. Let's pretend that we're still in love.
Right now the radio's on. And nobody is saying nothing. Right now the road that we're on. Is leading us to nowhere. . Right now you're looking back through the glass.
Standing in the ruins. Of another Black man's life,. or flying through the valley. They're separating day and night.. "I am death," cried the Vulture..
The Subject Was Faggots. and the quote was "ain't nothin' happenin' but faggots and dope". Faggots and dope, faggots and faggots and faggots who line dot dot dot dot.
You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag. And skip out for beer during commercials.
Here I am after so many years. Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear. I'm in a box, I've got no place to go. If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my own.
A circle spinning faster. And getting larger all the time. A whirlpool spelled disaster. For all the people who don't rhyme. . Him who don't fit through the needle's eye.
His eyes half-closed revealed his world of nod(?).. a world of lonely men and no love.. no god.. his life of seeming nonchalance can't hide. the pain and fear that in his mind reside..
[Intro: Gillie Da Kid]. Yeah. You don't know how I was raised nigga. You wouldn't understand. Not at all (North Philly). Six of us in a two-bedroom apartment.