Vārdi:
Aceyalone Book Of Human Language

was born.. I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets and the beats and the books

[Hook: x2] The more I look around the more it hurts My livelihook is poisoned my works Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer With a foreign face and

[Chorus] The walls have ears, the windows have eyes and a wise man tells no lies The walls have ears, the windows have eyes and a dead man tells no

Today Sunday On the nineteenth day of October at one a.m. Nineteen ninety seven I had a vision No, well not exactly like a vision No but like a sight