filling my sails So Back where we started Back where we started And why don't we just leave it No Not broken-hearted Just back where we started And why don't we
[Talib Kweli] We your rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon of light out of the chaos cuttin down overzealous players who stare we're the winners
body found Bound to the streets where we drown if we sleep We make heat instead of peace Struggle to heat, and breathe On Shiek metal swords before we
view It's real, it's true, it's how we do Let's chill, got take my birth control pill It's ill, when we made it be like bovine When I start to rhyme
a, pro Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage You be tryin, hard but nigga don't, start You be doin shit is
than those I dreamed in your arms No drug did take me higher than the scent of you No fire be as fervent as your desire Where ever you are, where ever
blueprints for our mechanical movements. It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf Refused its worth, we
Author: Sage Francis We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/ Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving that look
drinkin blood And blame it on that life you don't live But shit talking says more about you than we kid [Outro] And now we gotta a little secret (don't we
again Calling this a ghost town and where is the heartland? And I?m afraid, oh, was there any good reason that I had to go? When all I know is I can never come back
(what?) it was a close one Roadrunners no which direction to go when snow comes Then we're costal Extra traction on radial tires Having sex in the back
And I bought this house off my parents I'm getting ahead of myself (gettin ahead of myself) I see the hair on my back (see the hair on my back) I'm on
taught in school Now you take this little town we're goin' through here this is Beach Creek Kentucky And right down there in the valley that's where
I guess it'll all make sense once we get older and reach the Age of Reason Until then, I'll have no reason to sleep in. Not even on weekends Unless we
off road. We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe. Go window shopping for your next free meal, 'cause when we start the revolution
inner child back in the prison cell. incarcerated hatred is causing conflict with the free love sentencing death to the convict. my soul is on skid row, where
AUTHOR: Sage Francis "Find God!" exclaimed the man, who lost everything he owned, looking stoned I groaned back, "Find a joba?¦here's an application
road. We may have lost the fashion battle but we ain't lost the wardrobe. Go window shopping for your next free meal, 'cause when we start the revolution