I feel her close, I swear it's true Yes, I feel right in this moment She looks down on you From angel's land Her tender hand is caring 'Cause a mother
this place, though we act as if we did It's a loan from the children of our children's kids The actual owners haven't even been born yet But we never tend
So I'm in love without a dime So I'm in love, gonna sing it shy Have you ever seen a flower Tryin' to bloom in a dry barren land? But then comes a sweet
the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos in the evenin' sun Draggin' my heals 'til my day is done Saturday night in the captain's clothes Tender
got a certain lust for life, And as it stands, Everything is going as right, As it can, They tryin to shoot down my flight, Before it lands, Before it lands
can't forget the glamour Your eyes held a tender light And stars fell on Alabama last night I never planned in my imagination a situation so heavenly A fairy land
I'm runnin' a muck upon a rhythm Stay on the plan so you don't lose the vision Stay sizzling Peter Pan, I'm from a land hip like this From the city
I'm running a muck upon a rhythm Stay on the plan so you don't lose the vision Stay sizzling Peter Pan I'm from a land hip like this From the city feeling
As we walk through the Corridor of creation We see lands divide Nation against nation Like comets they collide And we pray We pray for the unseen To be
schemes off dope fiends I know you know what I mean Making big money, living stoned to the bone Oakland, California is where we roam Hitting this corner, that corner, everywhere Bumping fly young tenders
) We got uh, Dru Down, we got the Luniz (Shock G, whassup?) (Know it's goin together man) Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40 (Spice 1) You say you got 5 on my tender
As the sun comes creeping up the mountain And the wind blows over from the sea Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand Unsure of
falling Slaughterhouse, yo I'm the product of when a nigga mama gives up Crying, laying in the trash with the lid shut Ain't got no family, my mind is tender
Always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails Tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand Down in jungle land The midnight
down, get up I get down for my grandfather, who took my momma Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat At the tender age of
And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles Scenario rap, rap imperial material Murderin' cats is like that real Yo come do me somethin' word to Michelob peep the Land
quot; [Aceyalone] As I stand in place, as the center of my galaxy I AM, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY My eyelids expose - the circumfrence My mind tends
