do not have the answers
just like i know my music..cant make the dancer
these word i wann whisper in your earlobes..
can only turn the doorknob to your chamber..
if i can, inspire you to elevate, we can both destroy this anger
we can make love...in the alleyways of torn city
change dark lanes into parisian walkin paths..
you dont believe, but belief creates reality so never
say never cause your not on the level when you first realize the level exists..
and just cause you aint there dont disprove any of this..
ma, you heard one mans trash a next mans treasure
but i aint talkin bout you, im talkin stormy weather
when ya, sweating yourself so hard, the rain would do you good
we the daughters and sons of poisonned parents..
who would have created their childhood dreams..
who had good intentions..before their descentions
but we all know only what we can remember
and pain and memories form the pavement we think we walk on
but really is it? or is it what we let others walk on
when walkin wit us..were creatin landscapes without acknowledging our strengths..
powerless..in days thats hourless..yeah that feelings distinct
i been there..a couple years from when i started
the cement is trampled beneath our feets, cause we're so heavy hearted
heavy feet leave heavy footprints on our shared paths
and then you mind fucked believing your made of glass
when..
if i can just light somethin for you
if i can just light somethin for you
just you and i, soloists in a chamber choir
the voices bringing new ranges to this chamber our..
only choice brings that theres no exit,
only an entrance to some next shit
i refuse to gas you on some oh im so clever shit
you can hate the skin your in and refuse to shed it
but when you let it, im a be right here
the king, the beggar, the man, the message is clear
peers?