Lyrics:
what you see...
And only some will know
Where the ragged people go.
Where the boozehounds, they bay,
By the banks of the reservoir.
Crows climb
The motherfucker that be buggin' over truth, you see
Original, criminal run the town, crime pays
That's what I practice, so act
If you wan' get blasted by my
style to stlye
[Aceyalone]
So much room when you're circling the moon
And don't wanna come back down, trapped and doom
[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
[Prevail]
I scuffle its been a hustle a murder like Fargo
Walk the world over with eight of their cargo
Compose in 24 channels circuit panels
this deck is stacked with lies,
but no one knows the difference? You see,
we all walk on a string
If I bounce, you bounce too
It's all connected
The sun
I was born in the summer of Sam
Smaller and sooner than planned
In the spitting image of a man
Raised by wolves on the fat of the land
Clear
He wraps Himself in light
As with a garment,
He spreads out the heavens
And walks on the wings of the wind.
He sends forth the springs
from
day
And let the sun shine bright on my happy summer home
Well, school's not so bad but summer's better
It gives me more time to see my girl
Walks
have a past
I do not walk a path
I do not have a plan
I remain free to choose
That which I want to be
That which I want to do
That might be news
day
And let the sun shine bright on my happy summer home
Well, school's not so bad but summer's better
It gives me more time to see my girl
Walks
Everyone's on a long walk
Ten huttin', ten cuppin'
The same streets
She's the kind that paces a room, stares at the gloom with a globe in her hand
Darkening memories
Claim that winter never dies
With bad moons enshrined
In the heart
Northern darkness walks
With me hand in hand
Endless tall
Did we leave it for tomorrow
Find new rooms behind closed doors
Shouldn't go there so soon
Said goodbye to fading summer
And by that last walk
while his folk in the next cell
Tapping wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom
Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons
Soaking wet
scratching at the moon
I'm the funeral service, the unknown mourner
I'm the demon cowering in the corner
I'm the sexton's spade, the new thrown clay
I'm
been drunk since I left
And these so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home
By
tasting you in rain I walk down to the train
try not to look down
this day could some day be an anniversary
everything is light and sound
facing
The hour of souls is the night by your side
the whisper of angels, your breath
I sleep behind the moon
with your slender hand in mine
very hairy
All the Shieks know he's a swinging Dromedary uhhuh oh yeah
Talkin' bout Humphrey the Camel
In the middle of the night by the light of an Arab
cast in the shape of a half eaten apple...
Not until...
The sun is on a stick.
The moon hung on a hook.
Desperate times call for step by step
very hairy
All the Shieks know he's a swinging Dromedary uhhuh oh yeah
Talkin' bout Humphrey the Camel
In the middle of the night by the light of an Arab
the earth's pain, I feel the earth's pain
I see the powers of manipulation and I pass away
I see the sleep walkers who walks asleep doing it again
I watch how
here.
you've been kissing bedrock i can see
by the way you walk straight through me,
staring at your shoes nothing else to lose.
the only way to go is up
and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take them on walks with me
But don't let them off the leash
Cause
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