may be we will be together since you left i'm frozen 'cause my heart was stolen may be i'll find it later 'cause may be we will be ...together you
back Or just another one of my Black JesuS traps [Storm] Who's got the heart to stand beside me? I feel my enemies creepin up in silence Dark prayer
you really muddy You move slowly 'cause of no electricity I got my shit on overflow When I ever find you, my overload Oh, overflow I got my shit
: [Originally by Jacques Brel] Goodbye to you my trusted friend, We've known each other since we were nine or ten, Together we've climbed hills and
that keeps on moving Its black smoke scorching the evening sky Millions of stars shining above us like every soul living and dead It's been gathered together
to the fact I got the world in my pocket cause I ain't tryna drop it The sky is at my neck, so I turn up my collar My world spin around her Cause its
down You ain't heard nothing like this since Pow! You ain't heard nothing like this so God forgive me Fore I buss my ting right now Wow, I blow my own
: Falling into space at the end of time black as the black in your eyes Staring through a hole in the ozone there's nobody home to play back your answers
Intro)] Tryin to tackle the grind Stress hard on my soul and shackle my mind (we have to understand) Makin my heart cold and my head hot Cause's bread
: Outside I can hear the fireworks Beyond the paper walls Where the symbols painted black and white Run together when the rain falls And the wind chimes
I black out then you black out when you thought I was ya friend Just when you thought ya life was comin together for the betta The wicked shit strikes
till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin When my head hit the ground my skull busted open You used to ask for my advice
out there) For my people in the jungle for my people in the beatbox (out there) For my people in the island for my people in the crops (out there) For my
and got on my roofto with my 22, It's hot with little pops, Started bustin off shots aimin all at the sky, I emptied out my gun bustin all at the sky.
ll just eat my breakfast try to keep my questions starving all night out in the suburbs i met my true fine love down in the suburbs i met my true fine
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed
up motherfuckers We gotta sit together Word, you know? For all my motherfuckin, gigantic army And just, you know, being together The sky looks like Coney Black
: (Rod McKuen/Jacques Brel) Adieu, Emile, my trusted friend, we've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we climbed hills and trees,