s Minerva an' Mercury. Well, I nod to them an' start my crawl, flyers coverin' every wall: Faces of the missing are all I see. Tomorrow, I'll be back
Big James Bam! Bitch Nigga lay face down and the dirt/ count the ants u jerk/ im the answer u jerk/ not like Allen nor Paul ear but u can still
Gotta Mac-10 and you ain't even bust back And your boy got hit in the back What type of nigga is that That's why I stay in all black Get the Mac and go back
to remain violent and start wildin start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein' you get in the car and start it and start drivin over the island
back up the hill to start again Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling They got big plans, so they're not breathing Feel the frisson of tomorrow today
Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how we get down
stabbing in the back I paid a visit to a man who was pretty crazy Cooled off in the shade, we were feelin' lazy Trouble starts coming , nothing can phase me When tomorrow
to get it together But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow Somebody tell
tote heat Things never gon' change I'm the number one stunna Nigga, Baby's the name I like cooking crack And watch how quick it come back [Stone] I rock a oyster-faced
democraty. * As pacifist we are too easily forced back into tokenism, Making hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut. The line is delicate
around the world Seen the shape of things to come You begin to feel the damage From the crazy things we've done Now the lines are overdrawn ...see 'em bleedin' down your face
back . . . mm, so nice the shower . . . Don: I can't bear it. Phyllis: Especially, especially, especially if you . . . Don: Some people are really weird. Phyllis: Pull it on my back
pretty fine line as community paces (Whoa, can't you see their faces?) Stepping up to the edge daily different cases (Whoa, can't you see their faces
Someday, we will figure out The winds that swept across Chicago Knocked us face first to the ground We just got past the goal line And we are starting back
for you? Mama gonna put you back on the Vonville circus. [Velma Kelly] So now you're an agent too? [Mama Morton] Until you install private line in
you start The people in subways Look nearly half dazed to me Renting tomorrow, investing in sorrow No belief, yeah Faces in side streets Hiding like angels from grace Selling you sorrow, renting tomorrow
is promised tomorrow Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow