day All for unseen grace Sticks and stones May break my bones Your words they surely kill (meant to be broke down) Surely kill Your words are breaking
day all for unseen grace Sticks and stones may break my bones your words they surely kill (meant to be broke down) surely kill your words are breaking
Translation: Between The Trees. Words.
far from a slut I know the difference between a car and a truck I'm not a dumb nigga You had these young niggas scarring you up You know the difference between
, boohoo then boo, fuck who? Well, fuck you too Fuckin' bitch, kids cover them ears It appears that your mama want drama We need a comma or some space between words
the seabirds Scattered like lost words Wield to the storm and fly Fare thee well now Let your life proceed by it's own design Nothing to tell now Let the words
grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal, oppression's subliminal These days it's hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity
an echo in my mind The point where every winding road unwinds You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic words
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit Put guns to her head, every word she got
realities Up down at the curb Oh the noise between us, Now it can't be heard I'm listening to the wind I'm writing down the words Above the timberline
you need is the will to learn .. and some good trees to burn Relax, you'll be straight like a perm, word [Chorus: Missy] I need a man, who's up on his
game Marcy Had a couple of dollar signs to my name Roc a Fella y'all One of the best Waitin' for my day to come Just give me the word Nah, this ain'
're lookin' For some chewed up beef See I love ya ?cuz I'm in love And in love 'cuz I love ya These words and sentences is for the heads Between and
picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself These words
with the pen like Norman Mailer Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself These words
rode high in the crown of the metropolis Shinin, like who on top of this? People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin I'm wrestlin with words
reflected I found myself connected To the music Like the lyrics were injected So now when times are hectic I close my eyes and listen To the words Like
grade that might let you build up the nerve to bite the rhyme that feeds you I need you to listen my words are whet with crystal-clear wisdom so they
