Lyrics:
Do you know who you really are?
Do you know?
What you really want?
Is this the life you want the truth?
Life gets me over on the news
Do you know who
communities. When I heard this piece, I was
Struck by its Semitic tone, and realised that, even in the area of music, the
Three communities were influencing each
the princess and the old king
Knew this day would end
A perfect day, a perfect day with you
Just a perfect day of perfect hours, no other word would do
friend
But the princess and the old king
Knew this day would end
A perfect day, a perfect day with you
Just a perfect day of perfect hours, no other
the sun
In my dulcet tones I say real low, baby shall we run
And it's hard to live like a Saint when you've walked in the shoes of a sinner
And you my
Searching for Black Jesus, oh yeah
Sportin' jewels and shit, you know what I mean?
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
Young Kadafi in this
rockin' the joint
To the uhn tiss I'm remiss I got all this composed appearance
And now I'm on clearance
Saint here with a case of cheap beer
Everything's
as an ox
one day this new born baby, needed help reaching the other side
when the saint crossed the river, the child grew so heavy, that our saint cried out
I'm feeling great, hoping that I see some better days
Woke up in the morning, I'm like, "Damn I feel so blessed today"
Countin' all this money I just
and giving
Perfect photographs
Of Everest days
And postcard nights
Tearing through the paper walls of time
With sunset eyes
Telethons, Grand Canyon hearts
the dreamer dies
Perfect crosses perfect your lies
Burning saints in the flaming skies
Bet your life every promise dies
All that's left for you to try
Is
niggas about to feel this
break out the Champagne glasses and muthafuckin' condoms
have one on us aight
[Tupac]
Picture Perfect
I paint
rise
Drawn from this light
As the darkness subsides
Nameless saints forsaken
Faithless lives
To become that which we fear
In guise of reason why
began
This was part
Of our destiny
And I wouldn't change a thing
'Cause your perfect, perfect
Perfect, perfect for me
I will never, never ever let you go
Don't have a perfect bone or tooth
Because Jesus lives within me
Best be ready for reproof
You fence riding jeopardizing Everyone attached to you
Don't
Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words in this song
Can you hear me alright?
This goes to everyone in sight
Left or right black or white day
Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words in this song
Can you hear me alright?
This goes to everyone in sight
Left or right black or white day
With a married man down in Tupelo
The way folks talked in this little old town
Lord, there ain't no way she's ever gonna live it down
The only thing
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
full of money in our name
The day is near, this charlatan is gonna get his fix
Dragged into a swirling cesspit, sinking in the Styx
Wouldn't you like
times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
Like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
Some say, some day, some how,
that
I wish we could just go back
Perfect picture Kodak
I wish that I could say that
The memories weren't all bad
Bitch you made me so mad
Then you
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