I'm a slave to who gave a name to my body and form to my filthy soul I'm a slave to the money that burn my hands and to the profit and fatigue To the
It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick You'
Pretend to love my imperfection at least for a minute Infect my dreams with your taste You know how to enter in me You know how to softly torture
It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick You
There are no streets for my heart Nor voices can make my naked body shiver But I need a slave Who will stab me and a faithful dog That will devour my
yet so clear Reflections seen by a fugitive Trying to escape the looking glass Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh The one in front of the mirror
wasn't no ambulance, there wasn't no police Something fishy going on, not even kept pressing on Nine gripped thinking the killer could still be on the lawn Opened the front
Music first.. Grand Puba - "Step up front!" Ahh, Milk Dee - "Step up front!" A Priority Posse - "Step up front!" To my mom and my dad - "Step up front
Hell All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin Out for the death while the beats knockin Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings Spiritual
were all dressed in black, that it was a sad time. It's hard to describe the front room. It had a really magical quality to it, really spiritual in a
hold up man, let me take y'all back to the beginning Let y'all know what happend that night, listen I don't even know these niggaz hangin in front Usually
the Maad Circle And this is a preview, somethin to move to Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual
supportive And nurturing and consummately there for me I kept drawing you in and pushing you away I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch And cry in front
was killed by the saviors of his own dream Armah - 2000 seasons Talib Kweli-Verse 1 Im not a human being into no spirtual shit, a Spiritual being manifested
'm from a place Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your fuckin' guts hang Right there in front
Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down So we can speed it up y'all Right now I want everybody come to the front That's right
