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Burning Heads Glass Ceiling

I'm stucked in the social elevator, I cannot reach the upper floor, I try to touch all the buttons, But the machine doesn't seem to work, I know what

the road, with mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Shards of glass

the road, with mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Schards of glass

knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an octagon of red to the ceiling

pay for other sins But you most always adore the skin you are in [Black Thought] I woke up and it was pouring down rain I put my head on, it really wasn

the sidewalk, I don't flow (floor), I ceiling My mama said they need me 'cause, I'm made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves they glass

. After midnight you're doing the devil's work. After midnight our eyes roll back in our heads. Hearts beating even faster to songs that fall on deaf ears. Glasses

the road, with mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Shards of glass