standout But got your handout, oh you're broke, I guess it's off to your man's house Why is sister's giving up the ball Today it seems not to father you
The white one or the black one Pick the punk And I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew Right up to your face and dis you
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
days before I was born How we were as children You touch my hand These colors come alive In your heart and in your mind I cross the borders of time Leaving today
your way Have no fear when your tears are fallin' I will hear your spirit callin' And I swear I'll be there come what may (Repeat Chorus) 'Cause even
the businesswoman of the 80's." (Yeah!) "There ya go." "What about ball gowns?" (Yeah!) My name is Adrian. How are you doing today? (GUNS.) I'm shooting the world
The sun rises at nine, departs at five Ain't doing overtime no more Because in this world of color The brightest picture is plugged right into your wall
sunlight Your part of the world, might be like colors and gangs While on my side, brothers'll for different things But it all revolve around, fame and shorties Stuck for your
men and women were from Baghdad, Turkey And today, you eat the turkey, for your "Thanksgiving" day as the European Powers destroyed the Turkeys Who were the forefathers of your
a carbonized world Where all has been done before The thought of a perfect world On a pile of broken dreams To see the colors that rest within your mind
?m sick of that hate full stare where the fuck did you go your so lucky that I didn?t loose control I wanna rip out your soul threw a bullet hole in your
fingers and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat and the damn ya start doin the freak i said damn, right outta your seat then ya throw your
rise Kneeling and trembling before him Waiting on knowledge, fed to us with a plastic spoon Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased, with every word spoken today
Critical condition, critical. The years will wear down every brick you lay. There's more to life than selling your days. Money makes sense in the world today
asked you to be mine Fifteen years old, oh God I ached for you And I remember the way the sun looked on your hair All that honey-colored air, oh, oh Kate
and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat and the damn ya start doin the freak i said damn, right outta your seat then ya throw your
makin' trouble For the governor?" She said, "I guess I'm not your type of lady, And I guess I'm not your type of Southerner, But before you call me traitor
Grab a few bars and what I say is that Crush that African Apartheid bullcrap Poppa had this before you I got my rifle to your dome, now what you wanna