long way to the sea. Caves and canyons Stark prison walls Swirl and hurl you From white cascading falls. Across the plain Sweep your course River roll Follow
I was born in a valley of bricks Where the river runs high above the rooftops. I was waiting for the cars coming home late at night - From the Dutch mountains
though town - Indian ground - so far down Cut up land - each house - a pool - kids wearing water wings - drink in cool Follow dry river bed - watch
comfort me like my poems THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck Who can tell me that this poem
only stopped awhile for a chat; But my secrets he learned Leaving no stone unturned And once again, the river's flowing slowly, Following the same and
And the biz follow all of my senses Pump my fist for Mo' Thug Got to keep the lord up over my shoulders Jesus sent me is roll of a loco soul But load
sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter planes and find that train ticket we lost cuz once upon a time the line followed the river and peeked into
your love) And so I followed the band of angels to a shore and climbed atop a mountain high And a ray of light shown down upon the stone a saviour rolled
squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking
loco bustin raps at a show Now you know, when I flow, that I roll On my own, and I hold it to the end when I flow like a river Lyrical I deliever body
the sea. Caves and canyons Stark prison walls Swirl and hurl you From white cascading falls. Across the plain Sweep your course River roll Follow