been following that river, gonna join hands with the sea I've been thinking of ya all the time Cause you always brought the best in me I'll be following the river
following that river, gonna join hands with the sea I've been thinking of ya all the time Cause you always brought the best in me I'll be following the river
And the biz follow all of my senses Pump my fist for Mo' Thug Got to keep the lord up over my shoulders Jesus sent me is roll of a loco soul But load
do this? Canibus stupid Retarded, autistic artists You click, perfects target Staff Sargent Canibus talkin' I would not let off the gas Traverse it through San Stone
sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter planes and find that train ticket we lost 'cause once upon a time the line followed the river and peeked into
stopped awhile for a chat But my secrets he learned Leaving no stone unturned And once again, the river's flowing slowly Following the same and uneventful
loco bustin raps at a show Now you know, when I flow, that I roll On my own, and I hold it to the end when I flow like a river Lyrical I deliever body
keep from star-(A)-ving. In (E) Ontario I was a lumber-(A)-jack. Man-(D)-itoba and Saskatchewan (EM) then followed, Where the (BM) wheat fields and the old Red River
to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk
in his cradle by the river Neath a simple grave of stone Matilda musn't let Will see you cry Covered wagons keep on rolling never question or ask why
though town - Indian ground - so far down Cut up land - each house - a pool - kids wearing water wings - drink in cool Follow dry river bed - watch
long way to the sea. Caves and canyons Stark prison walls Swirl and hurl you From white cascading falls. Across the plain Sweep your course River roll Follow
I was born in a valley of bricks Where the river runs high above the rooftops. I was waiting for the cars coming home late at night - From the Dutch mountains
comfort me like my poems THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck Who can tell me that this poem
only stopped awhile for a chat; But my secrets he learned Leaving no stone unturned And once again, the river's flowing slowly, Following the same and
