Can you compare money? Not not really though Yeah you want my shawty, cant cant get her though Bra-bra-brag about how big yo house is, patio Ask yo girl
off up in here, man Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from? Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, Goddamn Check this shit out though Now
tilt And in the room of mirrors you can see for miles But everything that's there is in disguise Every word you've uttered and every thought you've
inside Cry like a child, though these years make me older With children my time is so wastefully spent A burden to keep, though their inner communion
the Sons of God Manifest the inner light First Fruit Company stand on your feet Salvation comes to history Your sound goes out to all the earth Your words
Needed to remove his inner block Go to the mirror, boy Go to the mirror, boy I often wonder what he is feeling Has he ever heard a word I've said Look
world of no control A system bound to drop dead Dependent soul Slave to digital disease Great endless fear The power of the inner word Never to comprehend
We put language in zoos to observe caged thought And tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect And motherfuckers think these are metaphors I speak what I see All words
'd have to shed to buy it! Chorus: We are brought forth with nothing we struggle for nothing And then unto nothing return. Though their words have no
above the chatter digging deep insider storms to find the inner patience erasing shadowed gifted ruin haste retracing promised news leaving statement meant as nothing starving your words
oil remove shred and tear radiation vapor it's the fear so unclear man in motion going nowhere in our homes stuck in the face spread the word to the populace
padded walls not quiet storms fury game herself i taught the killing game first passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide no one
pass real slow Gasping for the hot air But the chest pain, it won't go Tried to ask for help But can't seem to speak a word Words are whispered frantically
alive. And I'm just glad that I, you know, I don't have to slave anymore. You know, 'cause I, music was my love, and because of everything I thought
Yo This joint right here Is dedicated To the infamous, late great Donald Goines Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy
