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Rough Silk Calls To The World

memories arrive You should not look back And be strong to survive To give your Calls to the world Open your eyes - catch the grace of an angel Calls to the world

Lot family for writing them hard rhymes Trying to teach the world's sneaky system And letting you niggas know that blacks are the victims The Terrorists kicking political rough

Stick around Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on smoking Havanas

Morton] Why don't you call me Mama? We can take care of you. You'd be happy taken down in these block. Murderers' Row, we called it. [Roxie Hart] Oh

on my feet and still on the road Cry for me - my misery - Savannah I'm searching for a place to call my home. Set me free - insanity - Savannah. You

noone left to blame the tears inside - the burning rains I have to hide - my smile remains as long as walls come tumbling down the world always needs a clown I know the world

to face my heart - my life - my tears inside in this world we know where do we go without pride? hey mister, can't you tell me why the bells call

to try Cages of confusion In this world of broken dreams Social constitution Tries to hide behind the streams Lack of communication leads to Asphalt - deserts - streets of pain Darkness calls

Call it social commentary Call it just what me eyes see Seems that there's more pretty women Than there are fish in the sea ...Woman in love You