sure nuff a dreamer But the flow is so heavy, It could show-up Katrina Now it's time to take it and you all must face it Tech N9na is sacred All of you
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
Look to the black clouds In anticipation Wait for the thunder to roar into life A sacred liaison, a sky of abrasion The brooding clouds roll And echo their pain
that makes me sick and is paid for in blood. it's paid for with your blood. and now we're taking it back. take it all back. this time to my eyes you
, the creature is unmoved by the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for
key Is it curtain call on this theatre so black? Will the actors all bow down before the ending stark? Torches lit as the flames light up the dark All it
as black as you I came up in it, I crash down in it It's all good I feel complete in it, I black out in it It's all good I came up in it, I crash down
Sacred Blood there's a dance hall Where Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly Black hands on white shoulders White hands on black
I'm not an anomally. In my domain of abomination, Psychosexualuty... I have a personal obsession with pain, Dealing, receiving, to me it's the same, *
ll never learn And you?re living outside Outside yourself I hear you scream across the universe Mother nature?s little sacred curse You have been painted with a twisted smile I see it
drugged out, already Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it Pourin' it, the mutha
eyes. Myself, holding the heart of all my life, there in my shivering hands, into the aureole, above the waving cold. A sacred kiss, let it fall
it hurts, I'll carry the pain No reasons for dying I will unleash a hurricane I'm the pain in your neck, ooh yeah I'm the pain in your neck I'm your
won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood Ha ha [Masta Killa] I make knowledge born to save self, you know? Who gon' live it, gon' live it Be is to be
fake it Who am I kidding? These effing actors are stepping backwards Call it a lesson practiced Cause nothing less than practice mMakes perfect And it makes perfect sense when you stressing wack shit It
sacred that you cherish i'm the burning cross of hatred that awaits you when you parish i'm murder and i'm rape, sadistic pain is my obsession i strike
Pain day sky beauty die black joy Love empty day life die pain passion Joy black day hate beauty die life Joy ache empty day pain die love Passion joy