are one skin; you can't convince me to believe in sin. Language has us wired to explode, we know how to hold on and how to let go. When it feels like
no friend of mine. I see a Black Moon rising, and it's calling out my name, I see a Black Moon rising, and it causes so much pain. An angel of Hell
Can’t turn away, The only way is a river, And you know that it drowns, A wolf in disguise, I see you trough but you’re running. Angel in disgrace, You
from the gutter with a gentle kiss, Then rips out my heart to show me how black it is! No! You're no good! It feels so cold, Yet I won't turn back! I
I always used to dread the dark It reminded me of my empty heart The Lonely nights brought so much pain times I thought I would go insane I got no one
of all the neighbors Our faces painted white By midnight We'd forgotten one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly
been uncertain I been abandoned and left alone At fifteen I had to leave home The black sheep, the bad seed At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel
talking about black guys Talking about how young black guys are targeted Targeted by who? america You see one in every 100 americans are locked up One in every 9 black
. There are so naive, but wants to appear grown-up. Complex feelings for her game it's just ... And she was happy, gathering unhappiness in portions. It
house now let me spin Python power straight from Monty Celluloid loves got a John Frusciante Spread your head and spread the blanket She's too free and I'm the patient Black
calling In the temple of love: hear my name And the devil in black dress watches over My guardian angel walks away Life is short and love is always over in the morning Black
the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it
Tell us all a story about how it used to be Make it up and then write it down, just like history About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the cross
banana clips 'cause it's Guerilla warfare last year I was watching this from the couch and now I'm here thats to let you know what I'm about reaper black
your house now let me spin Python power straight from Monty Celluloid loves got a John Frusciante Spread your head and spread the blanket Shes too free and I'm the patient Black
I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never more But the raven, never flitting Still is sitting silent sitting, above a painting silent painting
fingers all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were
bitches running out of time Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line Whatever it is I'm on some better shit All black barreta shit Leather coat, leather
