It was raining harder in Houston. When I ran into her. I searched for conversation. But I was lost for words. Then a cloud of tear-filled memories. Came crashing down on me.
the liberator say what thomas wouldn't say, he say no. the liberator do what johnny wouldn't do,. he say no, no, no. . the liberator do what john brown was tryin to do,.
YOU HAD A HOLD OF ME SOMEHOW. SHUT THE DOOR AND I AIN COMING OUT. THAT WAS THEN AND THIS IS NOW AND YEAH THE WORDS THEY POUR LIKE WINE. CAUSE I NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO SAY WHAT EXACTLY WHAT WAS ON MY MIND.
Past ten and i start to lose my sight. Six hours gone, two fisting. Try to talk but nothing comes out right. Try to make it work tommorow. Yesterday we were barely in command.
HEY KID YOUE NOT LOOKING SO GOOD. YOU PISSED ON YOU PEOPLE THEN YOU TURNED TALL AND RAN WHEN THEY ATTACKED. I GOT A LITTLE LESSON FOR YOU. THE MORE THAT YOU PUSH IT THE MORE THAT IT' GONNA BITE YOU BACK.
We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't konw. If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show. Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties.
They called it faith. They called it fair. They called it resolution. I call it shit when we were alone. They simply paid no mind. You'd suffered such a crime.
LIFE' THE IMAGE OF A TIGHTENING SCREW. IT KEEPS ON TURNING TILL IT BREAKS YOU. . I NOT THE ONE TO TALK FOR HOURS ABOUT THE WARS THAT WEE LOSING. CAN PRETEND TO NOT SEE ALL THE FLESH THAT WEE BRUISING.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WHEN SOMEONE WAVES A BATTLE FLAG?. UNTIE YOUR HANDS OR CRAWL INTO A BODY BAG?. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU HEAR THE CALL, YOUE STANDING WITH YOUR BACK AGAINST THE WALL..
Tip tapping. I was tip tapping. In the dark. . Tip tapping. I was tip tapping. In the park. . The sound of the leaves. When my feet hit the ground. The sound of the leaves.
1. Strophe. I've lost you. I know, I must find a way. A way against this pain. You should know, I love you like the first day. . Know I'm sittin' here alone.
Strongest taste. loudest drop. head is filled. the thought, unlocked. . Strongest taste. loudest drop. head is filled. the thought, unlocked. . Strongest taste.
WITH THE WATER I FALL. OVER VERTICAL DROPS. MOVING SAND, PLUCKING STONES. CARVING DEEP INTO YOU. ERODING WHAT WE KNEW. CRAVING SHELTER, FINDING HOPE. UNDER PRESSURE WE CRACK.
There is a time for love and laughter. The days will pass like summer storms. The winter wind will follow after. But there is love and love is warm. .
I heard my neighbor's rooster crow. Early in the day. I heard his axe beyond the hill. And now I'm bound away. . For some men love the city life. Some men crave the town.
time and time again. things get out of hand. words are thrown around. did we build this house on sand?. . on every single block. i hear a lonely knock.
The image slips away,. And I'm left here with nothing. The memories of words that I didn't say. If I had a choice. To turn back the page. I'd take you and fly away.
Funky, alright. . One time for your mind, two times for Mumia's saint crew. Three times for my Brooklyn dimes, seven times for pleasure. I don't trip, I don't trip, we don't trip, we don't trip.
Smooth. Smooth. Beyond the. Beyond the. Automatic, systematic. Automatic. Complex. Just ease it in. . The feeling's right. The music's tight. Departing out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night.