Every page of my suicide script. They all have a cross to bear. Like a hammer to the teeth. Answer my misguided prayer. . Watch it kill you, watch it kill me.
[M-1 - over "Whoa!" beat]. the cops stop you just cause you black THAT'S WAR. run your prints through the system THAT'S WAR. when they call my hood a drug zone THAT'S WAR.
Found you and all your twitching pantomimes made your insides. You found a new shore, there's much more to life. Soon we will find...... such as your mind, bright and alive.
So many days. Through endless nights. Reciting verse of Revelation. By firelight. . He loaded up his gun. And smiled to everyone. They won't be taking us alive.
In our most painful moments. Lost in the cloak of night. Burned, broken, tired, hopeless. No future is in sight. . Where are we even going. And who among you cares?.
I am electric heroin. I m your silent scream. I am the pill. They use to fill. Your suicide machine. . Only for you. Only for you. . I am a digital circus freak.
(featuring Bilal, Jorge Ben Jor, Positive Force & Talib Kweli). . [Jorge Ben Jor] (scat singing). . [stic.man]. (to the ancestors). can't keep quiet. this time gon' be more than a riot (to the warriors).
Born into a world that you'll grow to hate. Fall into the system of the church and state. We all have the best intentions. That we all end up faking. .
How the story rolls. Magic's taught and history's told. A glory hole. Which through gazed her eyes of gold. Those veins run cold. Mystery's wife evades her soul.
I have fallen for you. Through the crack that breaks my life. You re the sunlight of my day. . I have waited so long. Just to find someone like you. Now you take it all away.
I saw the fire that once stirred in your heart. Become extinguished by good intentions and impressions. You made your choice and now you wish you could go back.
Once. I was strong. Now I see. I was wrong. What I need. All along. I ve received. Now it s gone. . Once. You were here. And I wanted you near. Now I ve made.
Artist Talib Kweli & Dead Prez. Song Sharp Shooters. Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum 3520. [email protected]. . (stic.man). Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people army, you know it.
Yeah let's tear this mother fucker down. . Costumed clowns are fed their sound. Produced and drowned. By their own endorsements. Every trend is commodified.
We gather today, with ill invitation. To commence here under the sun, a black congregation. Some know me the hellion, the stranger among us. Some know me the magged, in moments the malign Alumnus.
Crashing, flowing, swirling. Right from the start. Gnashing, ripping, bleeding. Quickly tears my flesh apart. Through my cloudy vision. . Billows of crimson, signal the feast.
When we walk away. Come the day that we're leaving here. We can stop and stay on the way. We can leave our fear. . Lady of rain. Will we regain or decline.
I'll teach you how to destroy an angel. Cross a shadow across my face. It's the face of a young man. Let go a self-fulfilling dream. Even though it means alot to me.
I think about a lonely real world. But what my thoughts (have found/about), no I just can't tell. And now there's nothing I wouldn't do to have you now.