is why, rainy eyes can't dry, dry [Verse 4] Can't run, got nowhere to hide Move on, move on Move on! [Chorus] Black tears fall on your face A beating
why, rainy eyes can't dry, dry [Verse 4] Can't run, got nowhere to hide Move on, move on Move on! [Chorus] Black tears fall on your face A beating
Or fucked by a model, nope, you ain't been approached by either You standing where ya mans is at I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where y'all hands
you go away? Budapest intrigue Three hours of black and white Squinting at subtitles Through a telescopic sight Hungarian melody Repeating endlessly Is this the end I see? Approaching
't care Love goes on, might last forever Dissatisfaction on your part, never I take you deep, baby, you can't stand it Pain is pleasure with the black
give it to my moms I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La Roche cause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach Through the hardest
.) Pilate arose. And washed his hands. I washed my hands; I cleared dust of them; I can see specks of blood laughing upon them. Pilate washes his hands. He arose and washed his hands
god Alone on the playground, Friday afternoon And the, old sister who hums gospel tunes I saw her, noticed her getting closer She approached me and put a knowing hand on
cans. Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite? Yesterday
all that fly jewelry and give it to my moms I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La Roche 'Cause they hate to see me comin' with this too black approach
there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears
now Ay look, I need two lines We got to form two lines or nobody's gettin' in And there'll be no pushin', and no shovin' Two lines, ladies on this side Males on
cross the dark room until my senses will approach the golden gate. This journey to the Heaven, a way to live forever, to keep on fighting in the name
me with brutality, Talk to me, so you can see, Oh, what's going on, What's going on, Yeah, what's going on, Ah, what's going on, Father, father, everybody
people sitting, prayin? for forgiveness Prayin? to do better, I witnessed Takin? a deep breath, tears was runnin? I ran around the black house, the ancient black
I am, clap hands black And never erase the track Negative attack strictly based on fact Yo, realize my eyes target the same prize As the uncommon wise lyricist on
How you love this Playboy? This one here bezzled out With the Hot Boys and the Tear Da Club Up Thugs Nigga like this Ridin' on twenties, Memphis and New
