Now from the longest to the shortest, twenty-four in a year From the verses to the chorus you've been longing to hear The talk story transmitted through
(Always writing... always revising) Shorty feels the pressure on his shoulders as he's liftin it Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question
Sister sits on the steps, cigarette rests on fingertips Sippin slow death through her lips Blows a kiss that I can not resist She got that ill gift of
Nah, Nah" It's cool, I still got love for you though baby It's all good [laughter] It's all good [laughter] You know that blue shit [Trumpet Outro]
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the vibe I'm like "Hey kid, walk straight, master your high If you listen you can hear the eye of the city cry" The sound is often drowned by hollering scholars
If you?ve never seen the distance in an immigrant?s eyes, Then you?ve never seen resistance in the form of a cry, He decided it was time to bring the
Yo, you ever go outside at night, look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky?and think to yourself that?s a big sky! Like an inkwell? In a city
back And crack jokes instead of taking notes I wrote this line after line After school hit play, press rewind [Hook:] The Blue Scholars in the place
Do you ever go outside at night Look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky And think to yourself, "Thats a big sky, like an inkwell." In a city
(the wind... the wind...) Sister sits on the steps Cigarette rests on fingertips Takes a sip of slow death deathly through her lips, She blows a kiss
Yo, you ever go outside at night, look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky?and think to yourself that?s a big sky! Like an inkwell? In a city that
I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step Walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
With war rising over the horizon It?s hard to start writing Been fightin in the belly of the titan, my tourniquets tighten around the livin? but dyin?
Those who front and don?t really want trouble, step to the side like a S1W, the NW north of NWA?s place of origin, originators of the first general strike