see The light The light upon darkness and I wish to feel the reality of life I need to know That I That I am no sinner and I wish to be things I
when I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean it No secret, these muthafuckas figure I
be free or do you wanna go down I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free I'm just black in America I'm not Afro-American Just a passive American Making
from spoken incineration Omens of Damien reignin' in present new haven Now ain't that amazing? Yo I'm inspired and wired that time will be attractive Not tired I
school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno I told y'all that I was coming back I told y'all I ain't going out like that I told y'all I
, still underground I put it down for the homies that came that's hard in the paint I'm livin' proof it's never to late, you straight Once in a while I
I know when the time is right to strike I take you 'cross the river, dear You've no need to linger here I know the kinds of things you like The clouds
through And bring back memories of long ago I try harder than most people I hide my tears when I cry When I think too much about things Sometimes I
those promises that you made On our last night? And what ever happened to the things you loved And the songs we played, and the indian days Whatever happened to the things
Easterns and the Indian This one goes out to all the girls around the nations I got love for you Hey, I got love for you I got love for you Hey, I got
things a mansion a fortress And as we matured it was shade for The secrets that we passed along But this oak has grown old wither-wrung It threatens to fall
just like those promises that you made And what ever happened to the things you loved And the songs we played, and the Indian days Whatever happened to the things
your little black wood My homies all changing and that f**king shit hurts I never f**k a friend unless they suck my dick first Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall
what I think he just did, that kid is witty I don't need a welcome commitee, I just appear when I intend to Roast an MC 'cause that's an my agenda, sure
red dirt girl Somewhere out there is a great big world Thats where I'm bound And the stars might fall on Alabama But one of these days I'm gonna swing
is the end of May Indian summer's round the bend I'm moving at a crawl I still trip over fall I'm right where I started at the end (cho) Life can be
to my wig Half naked while I jot this Lounging in my boxers Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas I get a boner When I'm asleep dreaming that I
