: To watch crippled hands create a fire, to sketch an arrow, to burn beside her. The blood of pattern, the sound of eggs drop, our lips of old, oh how
: (Fire as a metaphor) late night collision, two machines cross paths unexpectedly. Oddly, their engines conitued to run individually, as if oblivious
: I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds, I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and that I hold against you. I'm seeing anxious lines of automobile
: katahdn. the eerie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines. in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite
white, and brown cross Martin Luther King on Velle uptown I live by the code, I die by the code don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don't fold Let's
block down green, white, and brown cross Martin Luther King on Velle uptown I live by the code, I die by the code don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don
fat it don't make no sense Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch so bright I don't need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah
on his back, with his gat, now that's dope We got three minutes, nobody seen shit Somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin, were my momma
dogs and chips for dinner I sacrificed so much for my career That's why my eyes shed blood for tears [Chorus] x4 In my heart it burns this fire and I don
don't try to follow Cause just like Waco, I can take fo' -- -- ATF, to they death Bust a left on Western, go and get a room Don't want to be a felon
: (feat. Chris Martin) [Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper
this shit Guru?) So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain (No the REAL hood the hood, not the RAP hood) (The REAL hood, like three pair of
can't go back home You know when I heard that? When I was back home I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future Don
talking I make you famous I put your face on milk cartons Beenie Mack smoother than Jerome on Martin I keep the silence on the three eighty loughton
I met this girl when I was three years old And what I love most, she had so much soul She said "Excuse me little homie, I know you don't know me But
: Something's gotta give! Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood Martin luther king, bankhead Verse
: [Akon] Convicts, it's the convicts Testing one two three, we come [Chorus: Akon] I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin Today is death
that was a no-no Cause it's a poor man's girl, and I will never give love To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was Martin had a dream, nigga, I
