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don't test this is just an intro A small sampling of what the lyrical machine is capable of Do not test .. warning . highly volatile .. This is attica blues
Opens her eyes, Doubting she slept at all, Waiting for him, Wanting the call It's getting late, And she's tired of it Where could he be? Who could he
I am I am searching I am searching for faith, beauty and hip-hop I am searching for all those who died between hip hop and heaven And all souls set adrift
You can crush me Control me Harass me Deny me Enslave me in chains But you will never hold me Blind me Defy me Crush me Control me Harass me Deny me
Reality has checked my me Time is expecting what I've been rejecting for so long My body is calling, energy level is falling, And I've found I'm not
Know you as a jet black angel Watching over me like cctv 24/7 you see everything 365 and i'm no mastermind Dealt with mood swings mad behavior Controlling
Standing at the crossroads, Wondering which way to go As I look around I see I'm not alone on this side of mine, 'Cause this time, I know I'm doing nothing
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Backstreet ways Crowded dorways The darkness scares you Do you dare to look into those eyes Their kindness must disguise Ulterior motives Will you ever
Excursions through the inner mind's eye Now morning's sun is dawning Moon blue indigo Blueprint I spied the blueprint Children run, come follow As swallows
Riding a beam of light Light on your love tonight You touched this child's delight I'm high on your love Who'd think someone could be All that you are
Sits in her chair as she listens to '87 All those hours spent stargazing in the Bastions of the night Prancing and the dancing As opportunities knocked
You gave your all Expected nothing in return but a promise that you would be the sole one I told you then I saw it all But could just stand by to watch