The self-begotten deity) The steadfast Earth shuddered roaring fires ran over heavens in tears & howling embodied a female form: Mother of all beings
poor little thing" All the while Nickee was curled up fast asleep Very peaceful in her invisible tree Eating mangos in a dream And so the search went on All
gon' be packed Pay me in advance and make sure that iti??s exact My ex girli??ll probably show up for the simple fact That tomorrow she can tell all of
Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement towards freedom for all those who have been oppressed, and all
was squeezing Now when im all alone I be thinking im against all odds Hoping that god will show me the evens But im sick of being poor through the seasons
for everyday, i mean breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their prams ooohh ooohh ooohh So when the mic turns on its like im trapped in a song
brother's doing bad on my mother's TV Says she watches too much, it?s just not healthy ?All My Children? in the daytime, ?Dallas? at night Can't even
and she moves like song Feet with corns, hand with callouses But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative
) I'm in denial I can't believe it was all just a trial now I'm writing this song in asylum I haven't sen you in a while one side left now I gotta walk
the children This is for the mothers single handed For all the ghettos way to dammit Hey, the world, don't you panic Let courage lead you right Darkness is temporary Even
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it
harder i order bacardi with dark lager to chase that mess its burning my chest like hot lava verbally im a rotweiler you gon learn to respect me cuz you aint even
couch somewhere watching vh-1 when i found out that bruce springsteen is his mother's only son i'm my mother's only daughter and we were both born to run even
we believe And when we'd return, we'd join in a session And enjoy all the tunes and the songs that we share Then our mothers would call us to move
evening -- that I play a wrong note ever And then. [piano] This song though does differ strikingly from the genuine folk ballad in that in this song the
moon is crescented on both sides While its center remains unseen I can faintly hear my mother calling me Or is that my sister singing songs of the railroad
now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just, problem, cause and solution. Free your mind. It's like, we all
broke both of her collarbones (oww!) Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah ("it's all about me ") Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea ("you're a dick!") And all
