, like castles made of sand Free falling For anything Nothing but a plan to fail for they selves No sense of delf, needed daily affirmations of self
prophet of God Elijah Muhammad, a dominant black leader Of 'The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack' And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight Stressin' a black nationalistic state Of self
Hook: (x2) The more I look around the more it hurts My livelihook is poisoned my works Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer With a foreign face and
What's the sense in sharing, this one and only life Ending up, just another lost and lonely wife You count up the years, and they will be filled with
up, I hope you bring change I know these haters ain't want me to see my wings raise Flowin' shoes polishin', rappers I demolish it I done lost my mind
Cos at the time my mind was Holding on for self defence I didn't know it might be love What in the hell was I thinking of Lost all my sense of reason
To manifest your dreams before you manifest your fears To navigate beyond the treachery of self-despair To find the balance between all you sense and
my heart Life fades. Echoes, voices calling Within my mind. Shadows. I cry My senses deteriorated I break down devoid of hope All faith is lost. Why
the crimes committed in my name. Mutilate my cunt, errect a dick in it's place. You have come inside of me, bloodied and vicitimized my matrilinear history. Justification in my
m back in the same place Shoot an arrow through my heart Tie an anchor to my cart 'til I've lost my sense of self to self-efface The business end's grown
tight Set your values of Self respect aside Let's make memories tonight Caught up in a finest hour Sparks fly as we catch our breath As I can see, we haven't lost
Wasn't nothing major, wallet, Walkman cheap lil' pager They took my food stamps, took my knife Took me and tried to take my life I tried to fight back but my
through a cocoon suddenly you remember everything you ever wanted to do in life develop a sixth sense a very accurate sixth sense no inhibitions
out the light in my soul Given up/Lost my inspiration Given up/ Got no hope, no sense Take it back/no sense of self to look into Given up/no sense of self
aint only based on self esteem it takes a sense to differentiate between whats yours and someone elses dreams i felt the screams climbing up my cold
'Cause if it jokes, nigga know The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose and your throat I promote self-defense not dollars and sense Kick
(yeah-yeah) (and now) (and now) (and now) (yeah) (OH) What's the sense in sharing, this one and only life Endin' up, just another lost and lonely wife
a beggar but I'd rather be just as cruel So I told them all I could about what could they expect But I lost my sense of smell and I gained my self-respect