When the moon falls right out of your pocket When a dime won't buy time of the day You can push you can pull you can knock it Let the tide take your troubles
Traduction: Masters of Reality. La Lune dans votre poche.
Had enough of singin' that same song See, I stayed across the street from the projects Took out yo' momma trash and groceries to her trunk To keep my pockets
Had enough of singin' dat same song See I stayed across da street from da projects Took out yo momma trash and groceries To her trunk to keep my pockets
I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but
forget where you come from Take a good look in the mirror and tell me do you like what you see Masters of deception corruption and evil But your always
I heard the city breathe in it's sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch,
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep So much
s deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I
fortune Intercourse that I'm stressed to keep it or abortion My topics full of plans, on profit from this land A pocket full of grands to have your optics
enough of singin' that same song See, I stayed across the street from the projects Took out yo' momma trash and groceries to her trunk To keep my pockets
