Times are changing and you'll soon have the power. The weak before the strong will break down and cower. Decrepit choices made for you and me. Archaic ploys with no future there to see.
(claude s.). . Nothing really matters, we all turn. To dust, you know that? nothing is. Forever, everything will end in. Silence.... . Nothing has a reason until it's.
All this time I spend just writing down. These thoughts that build in my head. I try to get away but they keep chasing me down. They tell me set them free.
You make a living by being a spy. Up for hire as a private eye. Covert operation, tap a telephone. Hack into a hard drive, you re on your own. The fear of death is what keeps you alive.
(claude s.). . I can see a million faces plastered on the screen. I'll never know and yet I may you see. As long as I'm connected to them. . All the lines are superficial.
Out in the school yard little Peaches play. Rubbing their beaves, they got a lot to say. Never doing work, teachers are mad. Really don't care 'cause they're never sad.
(Two seperate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs evil, which is which you decide. Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end. And that special magical little item, is that of which we call the hollow tipped bullet).
(claude s.). . When you were a small child,. Joy was in your hands. There amongst the flowers,. Blooming in the land. . A field of grace, a stream of doubts.
You were standing in your favourite light. You thought you were hot thought that you were tight. I've seen you and I know your type. I know you'll be at the party tonight.
Hey y'all, hey y'all. Hey y'all, hey y'all. Hey y'all, hey y'all. Hey y'all, hey y'all. . Hey y'all, come over here, check this out. And gimme a minute of your time, but don't doubt.
Anyone can see that this is over. And I'm walking away. You know I can't stay here today. No there's no way. . Do you know the places. That we ran to have been.
If you ever started hating me, how would you act?. Like you never fucking knew me and you ain't got my back. If you ever started hating me, what would you do?.
Nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you couldn't do so you could learn. How to play the game, it's easy.
Gotta new lover. Better take cover. Got some advice. You'd better think twice. Arrow's in the quiver. When you're ready to deliver. Weenie wrap. To collect the sap.
Diiiiirrrrrrrty!!. . My gat sounds nice. One. Leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned. You better run. I'm comin' at ya. Duck, bob, and weave as these bullets fly past ya.
Blackbirds dance among the roses. On the garden walls.. They are like the passers-by. On the nameless street.. All these hours undone.. Sounds of sandals on the curbstones.
(claude s.). . Many different meanings. Through the door, just when i. Thought there could be no more.. Turn like a poet desperately,. Writing words to fill this distant.
The story's been told a million fold. Of an artist's search for fame. As the years go by. His soul cries out in vain. . All in fun when all's been done.
They call me ghetto neighbor, I don't give a fuck. Sounds bumping all night steadily waking you up. Homies banging on the door because I'm slanging the tree.
(Gangsta!). Now if you got your hat tilted to the side. And you're always down to jack a bitch for her ride. Or the colors that your rep, make others upset.