Today I sat and smoked myself to cancer Thinking about the dancer at the bar Well how was I to know That a crush could just implode 'Til it became a
Caught you looking at my reflection This is not the way we procreate Give me something else than affection Swollen suffering fantasy of hate You're
You've got nowhere to go but up. To where you'll dine with foreign kings. You can't forget about our trist. And all those other fleeting things. And
Pay your respects to a greater intellect Your just a pawn, does this confession turn you on? I know your kind; you'd do me from behind And when everyone
With you out of my life skies are blue and love is real and true. You fugly brat! You pussy cat! Who ever thought shit could shine like that? So glad
I'm sinking yet I'll stride A satchel filled with files The secrets of the tribe The cameras follow me for miles Born a slave in 1984, I discovered
