saw the sun rise, then the green grew Weaving through the concrete cracks that we cling to As long as I can hit my notes, I'ma Try to keep up with my
saw the sun rise, then the green grew Weaving through the concrete cracks that we cling to As long as I can hit my notes, I'm a Try to keep up with my
a fiend One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate, break navigate to rejuvenate Thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate Reconciliation came from my
keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid My teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray Take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than
is just A general remark. I don't mean anything by that. It's just... for the atmosphere. Yeah I know. the atmosphere. It's so wet! This is A shiritori
There's a dead man in my bed, she said And though he keeps on taking notes I swear this ain't some kind of hoax Dead man in my bed Now she's in the
but it won't last. You're all speed and no gas. Going in a circle, never getting to the point. Burning up the atmosphere, my rocket ship boy. You say
go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still
You get a jammed knee cap Make the healthy get sick And your fam handicapped You a fan of rap My clan attack Your school, home, your bitch house Pull my
calling ?There?s a dead man in my bed?, she said ?Though he keeps on taking notes I swear this ain?t some kind of hoax Dead man in my bed? Well, now
stand to wake up in the sun But can't sleep in the moonlight I'm right there wit ya I'm sicker than my own skin I got the clothes and the jaded grin
s tried to climb out of my ashtray Signifies another phase in this cascade The great mind, great migraine We think it's difficult enough to just live much less gain Well I put my
Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My
the bus stop there was my love bird She would get on, sit down, scoot me over and smile with a jerry curl, resting on my shoulder And we would hit the
up her instrument and I don't know where I went. I just close my eyes and float like I'm in there with her tryin' to hold all the notes she hits, motionless
Staring down the boulevard Crescent heights the city lights the way To another wasted day Shiny cars and shooting stars California dreaming in my ear
art of war, plannin a siege is risky Like an armed struggle, shots flingin doubles and they missed me Cause I'm immune to tight situations Manuverin is my
