Black is so beatiful, white is so pure Can you see a difference? all I see's a blur Is one color a virtue how can you be sure Ignorance the disease
drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie And hope that it will last, morning is here night has passed My grandfather was a doctor He cured the sick
I dreamt of a fever One that would cure me of this cold winter set heart Heats melt these frozen tears Burned with reasons as to carry on Into these
not long ago I don't spoke English My point is police pull me over a lot They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got And sometimes I take a young girl
up early than a mother Chasing mine 'cause I'm a hustler Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind Only seven days a week and 24 hours a day That ain'
queen, I show you what a knight, and a rook'll do New York City Bronson, heat up quicker than Vinnie Johnson A block got Bloods now, it's like a mini
a champion I'm a champion, I'm a champion I'm a champion I'm a champion, I'm a champion I'm a champion, I'm a champion I'm a champion, I'm a champion A
I need air time Why be on the curb wit a "why lie I need a beer" sign Why all the young niggaz is dyin' Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they
fool in his face and tell him he's a lie Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die Put the cash in my face, I might take a try Money motivated that
more time be a real man Everybody be a real man Go then, don't believe and I don't know 'Cause I got to be a real man You can be a man, a real man I'
Is this the fall? Is this goodbye? Not really sure, perhaps I should try New catalog something to buy That ought to cure my lonely insides Is this the fall? Is this
this way Just so confused about it Feeling the blues about it I just can't do without ya Tell me is this fair? Is this the way it's really going down? Is
This was a fucking bomb For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon There was a firefight You are the fucking disease Another day, another memory But
, soul in victory Cured of her malady, could this be my lost; Ligeia Airwoven divinity, tears shed, vitality Cured of her malady, yes this is my lost;
to a God that isn't there? No Fall to your knees and die for me I have the cure for your Christian disease I live this life to kill, homicidal And now you lie
ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie I leave a bloody mess, nigga
By the light of a dead end moon Your haunted fingers on my skin, so sweet Your hair like darkest loom Like a cherub left to gather moss Like a ship
this way Just so confused about it, feeling the blues about it I just can't do without ya, tell me, is this fair? Is this the way things are going down? Is this