shamed lying naked on the floor illusion never changed into something real I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn you're a little late I'm already torn torn
with uncertainty like me scared of leavin? ' How are the poets, the women and the orphans torn? I miss 'em all like, old opportunities gone What of the elders, story
old soul exchanged for a new A familiar voice comes shining through [N:] This feeling inside me Finally found my love, I`m finally free No longer torn
wheels Turning in the back of my mind We've both been wrong before Even though my heart is torn I only want the best for you Tell me a story, Saturday
through your slums [Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story
stories. you have made your point. You have said everything you can about it. lay that old character aside for a minute and allow yourself to make some new
on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one that be killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Like a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories
I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one killing mothafuckas Like told shove em all in holes Lke a ghost i'ma hauncha mothafuckas make the stories
Their secret they can't hide Its printed on their face I never thought I'd plead For half-breeds from a land that's torn But then I saw a camp for children
wheels Turning in the back of my mind? We have both been wrong before Even though my heart is torn I only want the best for you Tell me a story, Saturday
answers And there is nothing like someone new And this girl, she was nothing like you (There is nothing like someone new) (And this girl, she was nothing like you) Nothing like someone new
ears A life in the day - dream on dreamin' on Milk my mind - keep on keepin' on Make me cream - have a taste son 10 000 Miles under the soul Leave the story
suicide king running straight to hell Better believe that he's got a story to tell There's a cherry red born in '61 The tires are flat and the rag top's torn
with his first wife, A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born. But her next child birth would take away her life, Fiachra and Conn, from their mothers stomach were torn
Rip through your slums I twist darts from the heart, tried an' true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin' Tell your story
for something new now I don't understand this game we're playin don't u understand what I am sayin I don't wanna have a broken heart, I don't wanna soul that's torn
that was good, that was good {e} yo, wes drop that snow white story man Go ahead, drop it [maestro] Check it out I remember a story, when I was small
Because to ensure control the superpowers need to maintain the imbalance. Natives are slaughtered in their homelands By governments seeking out new possessions
