As if catching a wave, Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way. As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a
Ordered To design and build from sand And stone a maze That would be fine and oh, prime. A maze that would meet The demand; Demand of make disappear.
Will work and try To heal myself Will repair and weld Together the pieces Will quench and drown And fires i have lit Will free the birds I have caged
What are those fangs in your flesh? Why are those teeth of fear Gnawing in? What are those words that you Wouldn't hurt a fly? Like the promise of
Tire Our shallow Enemies Of forging new villains Man, made of mud In his master's house Where hands of his Order the machine Forged in the flames of fire Man
To escape With the rays of the sun And the mist of cold Climb into one Last view Of a garden Dressed winter's cleanest White Would it ring true Here
The feeling Could almost be worn As easily As wearing a suit. Have become Blind in the search for light. Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams
Now and again Would come the invisible Out of the nether in Her finest dress Breaking free to haunt The eyes that saw Then silver wires Hung in the
people be gettin' mad 'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'? They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga' They say you a black man
land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand And still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree
my fame and I can't forget that tree Na, na, na, na, na, na I can't forget that tree Na, na, na, na, na, na I can't forget that tree Na, na, na, na
little bit of it and before you know it You go crazy without, do strange things for it Although its made of paper, it don't grow on trees Unless you
that bullshit get exposed as soon as Kweli sees the mic They cutting down the tree of life, the sun rays is running out The babies ain't eating right,
earth, then from the womb to nurse But it likes the membrants, how I can from a distance To an instinct, resistance was 5 senses The quest from man repentance
beach with black sand Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park, to the Point, to the Flatlands That man
child from zimbabwe Whem I'm on the pipe man I have to get my way Donating about twenty dollars a week 80 dollars a month for that I get a blunt Everyday I puff several trees
I kick the hits even with the big belly 'Cause I freak the funk like my man R. Kelly So give me that honey love You know what I'm thinking of Joe's the man
how to multiply so what's up, boss Finally had to step out I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out Who knows where the road led? Seen a man
