leaving And my grandfather had just left for heaven They said and as every-ologist would certainly note I had no strong male figure right? But lily Scott
I did not become someone different That I did not want to be But I'm new here Will you show me around No matter how far wrong you've gone You can
Standing in the ruins of another black man's life Or flying through the valley separating day and night "I am death!" cried the vulture for the people
I know you've been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself But if you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you I've loved
Early this mornin', when you knocked upon my door Early this mornin', when you knocked upon my door And I said, "Hello Satan, I believe it's time to go
Long ago the clock washed midnight away Bringing the dawn Oh God, I must be dreaming Time to get up again And time to start up again Pulling on my socks
Because I always feel like running Not away, because there is no such place Because, if there was I would have found it by now Because it's easier to
His eyes half closed revealed his world of nod, A world of lonely men and no love, no god, His life of seeming nonchalance can't hide, The pain and fear
And so my life has been guided All the love I needed was provided And through my mothers sacrifices I saw where her life went To give more than birth
highlights on the eleven o'clock News and no pictures of hairy armed women Liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott
A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but noone seems to know i'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled
If you're driving through the country on a lazy afternoon Or you're watching your children playin' after school They seem to be so unaware of I know I
Ever feel kinda down and out, you dont know just what to do Livin all of your days in darkness let the sun shine through Ever feel that somehow, somewhere
You always go out of your way to impress me Don't you know by now, ain't no need to impress me I'm impressed every time you smile When I feel like you
We deal in too many externals, brother always afros, handshakes and dashikis never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism always does
I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine And paint it all over my sky Be no rain.. Be no rain.. I'm gonna take the song from every bird And make em
It's a sign of the ages Markings on my mind Men at the crossroads At odds with an angry scab There can be no salvation There can be no rest Until all
I sail alone in my paper ship The seat is made of fire I ride my horse of nuts and bolts We're made to never tire The world is just a simple circle I'
