You always go out of your way to impress me. Don't you know by now, ain't no need to impress me. I'm impressed every time you smile. When I feel like you mean to smile.
Standing in the ruins. Of another Black man's life,. or flying through the valley. separating day and night.. "I am death," cried the Vulture,. "For the people of the light.".
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.
[Verse 1]. I know you well. Swear we're the same person sometimes. I cannot tell who's who. You yell, I yell. You hurt, I'm instantly hurting. That's how we always do.
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.
Wish I could turn all your sense into bullets.. Give me the trigger so I could go 'head and pull it.. So that you know it feels when you break the deal.
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.
(Verse). By the way I bite my lip you'd understand. By the way my body trembles when your hands touch me. How i pull and twist my hair in this frustration.
This right heres my last line of defense.. Rid my heart of this toxic romance.. These withdrawals- my skin crawls.. Starting to shake. I might brake and call (I might. Will you answer?).
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..
I was doin' it when I was a colored boy of eight or nine or ten. I had never heard of Sigmund Freud but hell I was doin' it then. I was doin' it in my teenaged years when I was running the ghetto streets.
Give us joy, give us love, give us song, give us light. Shine down on us for it's Christmas time. . Through the year. It's been dark. We need some laughter.
If you're driving through the country on a lazy afternoon. Or you're watching your children playing after school. They seem to be so unaware of. The things that they soon have to take care of.
Because I always feel like running. Not away, because there is no such place. Because, if there was I would have found it by now. Because it's easier to run,.
i wonder if you ready. i like to introduce you to some feelings from jamaica. talking bout reggae. ready or not. i wonder if you ready. i like to bring you closer to vibrations from jamaica.
Glad to get high and see the slow motion world.. Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating.. Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave Brubeck..
Jagged jigsaw pieces. Tossed about the room. I saw my grandma sweepin'. With her old straw broom. But she didn't what she was doin'. She could hardly understand.
When i'm with you. you know you make my days. so beautiful. with your different ways. you make me lighter. i'm movin with the wind. love you know what you got for me.