A flaw in the grand design of what we call living An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction We must first accept our need to be If we are to live
A flaw in the grand design of what we call living An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction We must first accept our need to be If we are to
to sleep Wake up thank Allah You're an A Grab the hand so Throw some threads on Hop in the Lambo' Freaks call me Commando Orlando Pushin' in the wind
They even brought a neon sign 'Jesus is coming' Brought the white man's burden down, brought the white man's reign Who will provide the grand design
ma tell honies straight off the bat But please don't even go there with that, dig it This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind Grand puba
Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants
with angels How did we find smooth blue in a crooked sky? Could be love winds, gold threads through a grand design Your whisper on my skin, familiar healing wind
the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been confiding
moan and waking up the block And getting all confused, not showing from your boyfriend Don't dwell on these minor details Let's cruise with the wind
our niggs see a coffin Most of our ish see abortions Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma Where you and your mama, grand mama And great-grand
windshield full of stars Mama knows the highway now by heart She can gauge a cafe just by looking at the sign Little old places always share the grand design
ago They even brought a neon sign:"Jesus is coming" Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white man's reign Who will provide the grand design
A single thread in a tapestry And though its color brightly shines Can never see its purpose In the pattern of the grand design And the stone that sits
Darryl- My god! Look at you! One of a kind, grander than grand- free as the wind, sculpting boobies in the sand. I'm usually not so forward- no,
night I caught sight of Something on the big side Well he grabbed me for a moment Took me on a little ride I ain't a woman who needs a grand design
A single thread in a tapestry though its color brightly shines can never see its purpose in the pattern of the grand design and the stone that sits up
{And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No
