black sometimes I wear a cap, and sometimes I wear bandannas forbidden in L.A. but I wore one in Atlanta I chisled up a sculpture to complement my culture
from them I'm the beginning Although its a little bit translated Written in prophecy by I and I wise man I discover Lord of a fact I'm the true culture
Of sheer perseverance] A solace erupts at dusk fall of my shame. Inhuman shade of glory. I overwhelm the kingdoms at the surface... The new culture inherited
fella? The answer could take weeks. They will say things like "ciao bella" while they kiss you on both cheeks. Elle: Oh please. All: Gay or European? So many shades
I'm from L dot A dot California hot Days got shade let me take you 'round the way Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city Where you wear the wrong
for salvation when the final day has come we're the last generation in the shades of Babylon Denial betrayel no meaning to our failure no answer to our pleas a burnt out culture
make you plead I'll put my thesis right in your hand I'm fully qualified to be your man Maroon room, perfumes of Araby Sineads in braids in shades of
Milky walked into the dance hall tonight I'm the Haitian princess With the peoples band Every time the DJs play us People jump around and pay us After call them shades
Christian at all So we duck every time the wicked try to pitch us the ball They can't catch us involved- cause you know you're a shade From the pencil
I don't know what I thought In a dream when you belly dance In the mist of Arabia Under the shade of a roof I'm thinking about our common ground Dance
it beautiful to be alive Yeah right I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense We are the prey and culture is the
be a sound souljah On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava Drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder Addition to the culture went
hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the 21st century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony The litany of popular culture
] Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot Angel in my father's eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot Freedom screams through a sky, wounded by a culture
Maurice White, Lestley R. Pierce & Frankie Blue rap: the boys we're just chillin' with Eart, Wind & Fire this is my desire talking 'bout culture I'm
The colda funk has you sunk feel the mids pump blessed are those who erupt when we turn up right now we corrupt cons the shades we don in the neon night