minds...filters...i watch it die. i need something to believe in...lift! a fear of what can`t be seen ,building on what it means...lift!...lift my mind
minds. Filter... I watch it die. I need something to believe in... Lift! A fear of what can't be seen, building on what it means... Lift!...Lift my mind
, it?s just an observation, So take a ride we?re stopping all stations. Verse 2 ? Pressure It?s been a long night the suns lifting on a cold, Morning
Over hills and over meadows see the crow fly, feel her shadow Over woods and over mountains searching for a war Her wings embrace each strife and battle
inna dem secret place Lightning ah tun them over like porridge in a plate Bun down ah flesh nyam and dem nah know dem space This is the Nyabinghi height, majestical lift
Yo Hands Out And Throw Me Ou The Window Watch Yo Lyrical Thru The Atp When We Come To The Street We Don Post On The Block For The Killa Ima Lift My
try Offering a word gets blank surprise Offering herself he complies He lifts her up she withers in his hands No words spoken for eyes understand He lifts
to try Offering a word gets blank surprise Offering herself he complies He lifts her up she withers in his hands No words spoken for eyes understand He lifts
mighty gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of keys and of strife
s just an observation, So take a ride we're stopping all stations. Verse 2 a?? Pressure It's been a long night the suns lifting on a cold, Morning but
misery and strife It's the same old sad song, yeah, yeah, yeah I will sing a new song, yeah A song for the whole world to see I will lift my voice and
With misery and strife It's the same old sad song Yeah, yeah, yeah I will sing a new song A song for the whole world to see I will lift my voice and
, I guess we living for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with an AK The situation so twisted, everybody getting lifted I'm just trying
remains God, my Unique Soul's conflicted for my Dawg'z R addicted Lord, 4 the life of me, I kan not C, Y u don't notice The devil's got they life in that strife
s mighty gallery of pictures hang the scenes that're painted from life There hang pictures of love and of passion and there's pictures of sorrow and strife
It's a brutalized lab bunny jumping the fence Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy, strife
dirty game My heart's still home in the streets Often I think of my people the board denied they freedom, a mirage Disappearing before our eyes We were born to strife
