eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word
me a bloodhound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole Live and die for this shit, word
appeared like you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s
well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's It's all basics, probation, open cases We ill natured, being trained
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans And Bobby flagged the diesel down, just before it rained Took us all
thunder on the hill Bye bye, baby, don't you lie so still Was Wedn'sday evenin' when first we heard the word It did not come by train nor bird T'was
rockers, non-stoppers and our names are def See, the 'J' is for just, the other for jammin' The 'F' is for fresh, 'A' and 'D' def Behind the turntables is DJ Train
poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained It rode us
The last train is nearly due the underground is closing soon in the dark deserted station restless in anticipation a man waits in the shadows. His restless
want to be with you I'm just waiting until you say these words; ''Comme back, come back, come back, Oh to me ...'' I'm living near Gdansk, there's a train
, get the money Ain't where we've been, it's where we gonna be Get ready to hum Auld Lang Syne 'Cause a person that know the words is hard to find First soul train
are we coming to? What are we gonna do? Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite That beams me home The troubled words
you know I'm never better Than that Some days are worse Than you can imagine How'm I supposed To live with that? We're on this train dancin on
, I'm far from a jive turkey My circle, it can't be broken, open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin', tokens chokin' on they words like smoke
we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home Satisfied, she learned the words
all I hear every day Have a nice day, I don't believe a word you say When they look me in the eye I turn the other way It's just a trained reaction something