I was humble for you What a fool I've been to have Laid so low for so long Into that void of silence Where we cry without sound Where tears roll down Where tears
Baby your deal is surreal just like lightning, streakin' on Heaven still is a state of mind, where did we go wrong? What happen to those old convictions
black and white They really really ought to know Those one track minds That took you for a working boy Kiss them goodbye You shouldn't have to jump for joy Shout
you know what I mean It's a world gone crazy Keeps Woman in Chains It's under my skin but out of my hands I'll tear it apart but I won't understand I
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears
These fingers aren't my fingers These hands are not my hands No one sees and no one cares what gets broken Not for rhyme and not for reason What gets
It's a sad affair When there's no one there He calls out in the night And it's so unfair At least it seems that way When you gave him his life And all
black and white They really really ought to know Those one track minds That took you for a working boy Kiss them goodbye You shouldn't have to jump for joy Shout Shout
I wanted to be with you alone And talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep
these tears were for They would just pour like every drop of rain That's why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe I believe that if you thought for
of these days they're gonna call it the blues Sowing the seeds of love The seeds of love Sowing the seeds I spy tears in their eyes They look to the skies for
Here on the stage The time has come With the strains of "Be my angels!", of rock in two four Time may keep alive that old swang song That we've been
You walked in to the room I just had to laugh The face you wore was cool You were a photograph When it's all too late It's all too late I did not have
the world Don't you feel your luck is changing When everything starts to happen Put your head right next to my heart The beat of the drum is the fear
'll never never never never need it One headline why believe it? Everybody wants to rule the world All for freedom and for pleasure Nothing ever lasts for
is Completely in command How can I be sure For all you say you keep me waiting How can I be sure When all you do is see me through I asked for
shouts to money makin Manhattan 145th street crews, 155th street crews All my niggaz on the East Side We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this Big shouts