Beyond my grasp We can't reach Methods of attack It's so abstract Turning a new leaf Yet I am free Everything's divine All my time Still never enough
Morbid feelings in an envelope Only kidding it's only a joke Don't let him get too close Don't let her get too close Don't let anyone get that close
I've judged you wrong I thought In your head had no plot Got the jaded eyes, so naive Talk flies, hours roll Some folks have no lip control Another
Loneliness in their nails Bottled veils Dark circles under eyes Empty lies There's a hole in the scene When the brain used to be A new state of mind
In that comfortable rut again Goals for the talking man Outside lies a presence But a lonely spirit's walking rut And he can't get out Man in a trap
I know a girl Who lives on candy street Hey melancholy miss You need another kiss The world's a happy face My melancholy miss Stars burst Taste not sweet
creating Waking up to your name Respect and age are in the mind Nothing matters except today More meetings the chances are More thinking of you Everything
She says everyone is dancing And it's raining all the while Wishing, too many regrets It's all so lonely It's all just a dream Wishing, too many regrets
comes to visit And she has That easygoing smile It's where you live A bowl of cliches Tears on paper Hope looks good On your sleeve It's where you live
Something between you and I has died And that's all I ask is the world you and I Confusion romance let's call it a day I'd hate to think the words people
Of world violence Of media sex Patriotic puppets Bloodthirsty journalists That's what young love's all about Of drug problems Of Americana Storybook
(feat. Abiodun, Amin Joseph) [Intro: Abiodun] Hard is my dawg, life is a bitch When I scratch it's more than just an itch I'm a living lesson You make
and I wont stop And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots I demand that you pay and stray
price want fight politician nah move precise well! We tired a di blue light red light flashing in di city Police nah have nuh heart and gangstas nuh have nuh pity Government
existence You're all walking dead men, and don't know it With book sense and street sense If you had street intelligence You would really know That you
? What you do, what you make, what you drive, how you livin???? Is it a dream or a dream that we be livin? What you smoking, what you drink, why you sniffin
Pass the torch to that nigga guy So just DIE, nigga, DIE, nigga You're too black, you're can't handle you're too strong get high, fly clock next boost
see things different, girl you changed my ways You never know you got good fate''till it's gone Now you feel you bein' hoodwinked'now it's on Listen'you never told me you
