Sister sits on the steps, cigarette rests on fingertips Sipping slow death through her lips Blows a kiss that I cannot resist She got that ill gift of gravity, thick Like the tension cut quick with formalities Hi, my name is Geo, what's your zodiac sign? She replies, it's Aquarius and that's a whack line Decline the invitation to partake in a square Mesmerized, smoke dissipates in the air I can conjure up the fearlessness defined in conversation Body language talking, but lost in the translation of her name She said brothers tend to mispronounce it, it's Sagaba Tells me what it means, in Ilocano, it translates into suffering I'm pondering the irony, building on our so-called civilized society The storyteller stops, waiting for the beat to drop Gathering his thoughts in a cloud breathing out
It's like that, y'all, it's like this, y'all...
Now I couldn't stand to see the queen Breathe her dreams away Either way we go things are gonna be okay, so they say Said that I used to know a sister just like you Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who'd often try to Justify their lies with Manhood-deficient, twisted notions of survival Insecure, seeing even lovers as the rivals And hiding behind the armor when karma completes her cycle I'm sick of all this metaphor philosophy You got a man, what's your man got to do with me? You see between you and I is a thin line we stand by But if we ever find ourselves on the other side Then time will stand still and whole worlds will collide We hardly know ourselves if we've got nothin' to ride for A struggle to live to the fullest and die for And make love and wage war for
It's like that, y'all, it's like this, y'all...
Dreams be the ashes burned, thrashing in the wind Flying from the burning bush flung from her fingers And it hung in the air, in this moment of truth Then it crashed into flames like the end of our youth We getting trapped in abstractions, reality bites back We casually fight, lacking the insight to spite that Opposites attract, but if not we stay honest She told me that it's better to be critical than conscious My sister, your fist is more symbolic than you know And use it as a weapon if he calls you a... Hold up, did I mention I'm a Pisces But all these other fish up in the sea will never love you like me? Inhale The imagery, a queen walking steadily Hips sway sweetly to an old soul melody I hold this memory close, she kept walkin' And that's when I wrote the first line to this song like...
It's like this, y'all, it's like that, y'all...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
