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The Letter Black Wounded

+ Mobb Deep, bring it down Once again bring it live, yeah, like this I'm on a path not thinkin bout a average man Black Sedan my way through pitfalls

gone by Breaking promises Pictures up in black and white Holding back all the words I said I said goodbye, open wounds, Broken hearts Please stay tonight So send your letters of regret (So send your letters

's for the front I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone Send me a letter or better

open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson We, the members of the Mojo family, feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader of the black

by the darkness Dancing across your face And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain I know what it's like when memories make you wince And love letter

with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Ja'causezi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black

(Hammill) Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead, as dated as carbon, as black as coal, but burning as red. Clues faintly stencilled: the message

your throat with the premise Middle of New York with a sack full of action Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black

Another night in this black water rain cloud Kickin through the puddles on his way up to the Greyhound and, In his pocket is a letter from his mother,