me In my state of mind Mistakes to make I seem to find All of the time Woe is me all of the time Woe is me In my state of mind Hunted by memories
alone And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on) Yo in the early days of the Lord everything was shey-shey Everyday was pay day Selling nickels and dimes Getting mine in mind state
we're so, so sorry But why'd you have to treat us that way? Compare ourselves with others And cover them in sin Oh, God what a terrible A terrible state
us, it's up to us The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus But envy, greed, lust and hate, separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
of Desperation. [Velma Kelly] My sister and I had an act that couldn't flop My sister and I were headed straight for the top My sister and I earned a
state For the sanctity of sin To rival Heaven Free of Eden's tragic wreck Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's They don't seem to mind I gave myself to sin And I've been there and back again I gave myself to Providence The state
flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian A vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin... To
re sad and sorry But why'd you have to treat us that way? Compare ourselves with others And cover them in sin Oh, God what a terrible A terrible state
all that Bun got I'm slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out And loony-toony, I'm looped up and looned out So not being of a sound state of mind I'm an
see a man, a real black man Until you see a man with control of his hands And to control your hands means you control your mind And to control your mind
to us, it's up to us The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot
turning tables round in marks & spencer's They don't seem to mind I gave myself to sin I gave myself to providence And I've been there and back again The state
