In the dark ages, medieval times In the first stages of the last decline In the ancient city, AD 79 frozen in ash; smothered in time In the fertile
hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the slightest gap Rattling between the frame
: I hitched a ride to a desert town (I never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with Lazarus
Yo, from total strangers to best friends To best friends to brothers From brothers to never calling him again Their coffins descend, one flies to a place
: (feat. Luminati) [Luminati] A wise man will hear and increase learnings And a man of understanding will obtain wise council To understand a proverb
no doubt at all The little corn flies are messing with my happy endings The little corn flies are messing with my happy endings The little corn flies
Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right, Right [Verse] And I'm From Chi-Town Thats Where I Flies 'Round Keep Some Cartier Frames Over my Eyes Now We Used To Gangbang A
right, right [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And I'm from Chi-Town thats where I flies round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now We used to gangbang a lot
, right, right, right, right And I'm from Chi-Town, that's where I flies 'round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now We used to gangbang, a lot
A conqueror of all world like the Hebrew kings I'm David, reincarnated over again A gladiator of the universe, a soldier of men A warlord across the field
give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm inclined
I hitched a ride to a desert town (I never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with lazarus
mother had lost her will To gin and sleeping pills It was no life for a little girl Still I see her face framed in blue sky At the top of a slide coming
's all a lie It's all a lie, it's all a lie There's no perfect way to clear the mess We both have a past in a silver frame See my heart, it died a slow
'll make you feel good First girl I ever met I don't recognise Her nose is smashed her frame is bent She's covered in flies Everyone I ever loved
comfortable Then why do you complain? A reflection in the alcohol you're pouring down the drain Just becuase you paint a picture doen't mean it fits the frame
? and time flies, (verse2) An old man, sits alone trying hard to remember but his memories gone up on the wall dressed up inside a frame hangs up a frame a
