Lyrics:
from thin air
To have the wind blow a few hundred dollar bills into your wallet
to have 100 cc's liquid luck supplement
Dug into your blood
By
a blanket big enough to cover every single child's eyes
Momma got you born at the wrong time
What am I generating for the next generation
Thought of my unborn
And it's over now
The guns have flowed
The nightmare flashed
On a cradle road
As the guilty rain came down
No child to hold
Through anxious fears
No
As lips sink stomachs ache
Monkeys shine fire flies
Foxes trot hobs knob
Porches swing brains storm
Hearts attack and air supplies
Heads light tails
come from god's dick
Rational thinking is off
Ima make it my way like a child
Unperverted by nature
Fuck out my face if you think that I'm wrong
Your
got the fire in your soul
You got the honor in your eyes
A blessing just to see you smile
You got that passion and it rides
If you need me by your side
the wound the black blood swept
Across the air Shefali's lips
The infection sets as the blood dripped in
And their eyes become locked in a horrified gaze
Now
See i either write or die cos it's just how i get by
Starin death right in the eye as heaven's gate opens
I was brought up as an only child on a lonely
Tuesday she was choking
Belaire in the air POTION
Eyes on Chinese GG4 it's potent
D O P E C double E G double E that's me keep bitch keep going
15 Hustling
torture
I cannot feel sick 'cause I know I'm not
Feeling classic, my music is crying
A danger in the air makes my process
I cannot close my eyes
Darkness
The Boy was walking alone down the rain-drenched streets, wondering about the people around. “Why do they do all this?” he thought. The child was
the place of life.
She believes that people are lice
who eat her, so she bites first her
thirst increases year by year and by the time
the sheen has
I know him by heart
I savour every moment of him
Right here inside me but he doesn′t see
He only sees the child that he knew a memory
The seasons
like a mile
Why do we die asks the little child
Tears in his eyes cause they just shot his sister down
Be man or be a man of God
Black man in this land
body and be free
You'd like to float like a mystic child
You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow
You'd love to solve the mystery of live
By cutting
funny going on" he said "I can just feel it in the air"
He went to get the hangin' judge but the hangin' judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by
arms in the air and
Salute the flag coz we surrender
Here is a child with control over life
Told his soul's defined by his cause
He stares through
Go about your business in the air
So high above the clouds, what a view
The older eyes behind you fire a stare
A child pulls your hair back, tight
to breathe air
Cost of the living
Racist old man
Still wanna chin him
Sick of weird vibes and the weird feelings
The Lights in my eyes is gone with the spirits
and cut my air supply
if I give these niggas breathin room
If what I'm brewin ain't potent
If what I'm doin ain't rollin
Nigga, diss me, make a movie, talk
(Gooood)
Son in the air but the sky full'a fog
Light of the world so they went into shock
Blinded by sight, so it's faith how I walk
Want me stop, Fear I'll
eyes and gaze hypnotized Overcome with a need to outdo the last A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing Forgets who and where
That's Oz
Leave them between
The chill and left eye
That's T-Boz
They ain't do nothing
For me to be where I'm at
So I ain't got nothing
For them to take
the world go by.
Silent cries
Behind outcast eyes, hides
A child who cannot speak.
Time blindly races on
Towards the autumn years
Seasons unheeded pass
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