I'm a slave to who gave a name to my body and form to my filthy soul I'm a slave to the money that burn my hands and to the profit and fatigue To the
It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick You'
Pretend to love my imperfection at least for a minute Infect my dreams with your taste You know how to enter in me You know how to softly torture
It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick You
There are no streets for my heart Nor voices can make my naked body shiver But I need a slave Who will stab me and a faithful dog That will devour my
hold up man, let me take y'all back to the beginning Let y'all know what happend that night, listen I don't even know these niggaz hangin in front Usually
the Maad Circle And this is a preview, somethin to move to Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual
supportive And nurturing and consummately there for me I kept drawing you in and pushing you away I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch And cry in front
was killed by the saviors of his own dream Armah - 2000 seasons Talib Kweli-Verse 1 Im not a human being into no spirtual shit, a Spiritual being manifested
'm from a place Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your fuckin' guts hang Right there in front
Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down So we can speed it up y'all Right now I want everybody come to the front That's right
'm heaven sent, living in hell All seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watching Out for the death while the beats knocking Plot by the devil in a blue dress and chief stockings Spiritual
your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship And we are on the front lines Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime [Chorus] Alhamdulillah's a spiritual
my phone And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit I be lyin if I talk some spiritual
, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessey Front
for me, I pulled up Wasn't no ambulance, there wasn't no police Somethin' fishy goin' on now eve kept pressin' on Nine grip thinkin' the killer could still be on the lawn Open the front
