blows in telepathic forms" "Causing cataclysms, to serve a purpose" Emerging from the mist is not an individual but four hardcore concepts causing everything
an empty dock you cast away And rain upon your forehead Where the mist's for hire If it's just too clear Let's spend our last 1/4 stance randomly Go
smarter, yet he'll become "Rich." Electrons penetrate his mind he cannot think. He believes everything he sees. And as he turns it off the mist begins to clear
One of those fucking, awful black days When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens Is an excuse for anger An outlet for emotions stockpiled,
make the change I'd let it be But I don't remember hearing anybody asking me Winter It's cold and it's getting colder It's gray and white and winter
feel "a" part of everything I see And oh I love the life around me A part of everything is here in me "A part of everything is here in me A part of everything
't you turn again Blow away the rain Blue season, turn away. Wind in the evening, dust in your eye Heart full of shadow and cloud in your sky Everything's
where everything's ending here and all the sterile striking it defends an empty dock you cast away and rain upon your forehead where the mist's for hire if it's
first I quench your thirst, my rhymes'll fill ya till ya burst Get serious, coz what we're gonna do for you You know it's true we gotta second album
one on they motherfuckin' hit list Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters That's they value, that's
One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled,
, you're a full moon, let's stay up She went to see a Mystic who made medicine from rain And gave up her existence to feel everything, dream others'
me a chance to get it through You are the flavour to my song That's why I wanna be, wanna be with you Stop, clear the stage so we can get busy Open
me no more Four months later some nigga?s kick down my door Denied unemployment pay, bills everyday In a separate room with myself is where I laid In the mist
and the guns that we care-on [Chorus: Z-Ro] [Scarface:] It's like the ghetto got a heart and a soul A mind of it's own A hunger for a young cat die