When the moon falls right out of your pocket When a dime won't buy time of the day You can push you can pull you can knock it Let the tide take your troubles
Translation: Masters of Reality. The Moon In Your Pocket.
I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but
forget where you come from Take a good look in the mirror and tell me do you like what you see Masters of deception corruption and evil But your always
I heard the city breathe in it's sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch,
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep So much
s deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I
Had enough of singin' that same song See, I stayed across the street from the projects Took out yo' momma trash and groceries to her trunk To keep my pockets
Had enough of singin' dat same song See I stayed across da street from da projects Took out yo momma trash and groceries To her trunk to keep my pockets
fortune Intercourse that I'm stressed to keep it or abortion My topics full of plans, on profit from this land A pocket full of grands to have your optics
enough of singin' that same song See, I stayed across the street from the projects Took out yo' momma trash and groceries to her trunk To keep my pockets
