cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If
man. West coast don. You know me. HA! AW shit! You know what I'm bout to do this shit. Body this shit! Yeah, Blackwall Street niggas, the black Jim Hoffa
: Livid hands wring rinds of joy from future dwelling life A ghost of family in every home as society spirals from the light Patrolling black belly pigs
dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you soft
still They're pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons While shadows lengthen in the sun Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
whispered in my ear You try to dazzle me with your beauty You try to bewitch me I feel your loving embrace In my dream I see your face Your soft skin
figures writhe, but one silhouette Extends it's fingers to the light "Gothic towers tottered on Her heels As She fled asylum grounds Committing hard crimes to soft
thing I know I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away) So I tell you leave, when I mean stay Warm as the sun dipped in black Fingertips on the
m from is the strong island Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin' Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in Black
Trees are bowing to the wind Theyre singing just for you White soft rope White soft rope Handsome boy and girl You taunted til it broke Sun has eyes And
: I am adjacent to the preacher dressed in black As the sun begins to fade She wore the dress that she bought a few months back And her skin looks pale
the sound of the piper counts for everything. Feel the naked dust beneath my toes while the future sun calls winds to blow and the past and present black
on the picket line Sixty years of strength was young for dying His family is here with eyes of red His wife steps down with feet of lead And the sun
coat Somebody just asked me If I registered to vote The sun is beginning to shine on me But it's not like the sun that used to be The party's over,
seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street right up through the concrete But soft
