At my brother’s Jannaza Tears stained sunglassses A Salat with no bows Pallbearer carry you to the car now Chill day, Mosque on 96 and 3rd New York City way, me and J never left my side Refs like that pitcher with your pride Who look just like.. Now the city looks lest bright Brooklyn looking less special Should’ve kept it the same way As when you were on this level You: work in progress from 40 projects: God bless An inspiration and a king They won’t know what I mean but this I’m bout to spring Protect it with every feather on the wings So even when it hurts, you’ll never feel a thing
[Hook] Said it’s a cold cold world Ain’t nobody wins except the government In the U.S.S.R ? Who you think you are? And you can fight it, but there’s no defense For the ? Baby grab a jacket
Let me clarify the chorus And what my cold warress Cause the complexity is enormous Using one of my greatest losses with eyes like faucets To reinforce every single word that I talk with Something about losing things, human beings That reduces things to their most elementary Find yourself where you never meant to be With the energy of memory That’s the soul force of what’s behind killing me Finding pleasure in the pains Finding desert in the rain Twisted: how this world can drive you masochistic Question if I’m over it Or if I’m numb because I’m closureless Or my closure’s that we all gotta go and shit Rendered emotionless but moving at the speed of running over it Still happy that I opened it
[Hook]
In the studio writing these words, one after another In memorial of my brother As you listen to the album with Nothing on the cover I imagine that he hovers In the back of his chair Floating right there in the air Knodding his head to the music, I slightly lose it Ask why do I put myself through this Crack a smile, look up at the file Phones on the screen of me tryna tell you what I mean But I feel that it’s all lost, or maybe that it’s all gotta cross Happy with his dedicated song But now he’s all gone But he was never there, cause He was everywhere, nowhere and down here Maybe on that judgement day, rise up We’ll both open our eyes up, climb up Hoping God forgives us for our tendencies Wipes away our cool young histories
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
