In the dark ages, medieval times In the first stages of the last decline In the ancient city, AD 79 frozen in ash; smothered in time In the fertile
, right, right, right, right And I'm from Chi-Town, that's where I flies 'round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now We used to gangbang, a lot
A conqueror of all world like the Hebrew kings I'm David, reincarnated over again A gladiator of the universe, a soldier of men A warlord across the field
give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm inclined
I hitched a ride to a desert town (I never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with lazarus
mother had lost her will To gin and sleeping pills It was no life for a little girl Still I see her face framed in blue sky At the top of a slide coming
's all a lie It's all a lie, it's all a lie There's no perfect way to clear the mess We both have a past in a silver frame See my heart, it died a slow
'll make you feel good First girl I ever met I don't recognise Her nose is smashed her frame is bent She's covered in flies Everyone I ever loved
comfortable Then why do you complain? A reflection in the alcohol you're pouring down the drain Just becuase you paint a picture doen't mean it fits the frame
? and time flies, (verse2) An old man, sits alone trying hard to remember but his memories gone up on the wall dressed up inside a frame hangs up a frame a
hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the slightest gap Rattling between the frame
of respect. To be sly, not one of a kind. Pretty picture, bad frame of mind. Like casting pearl before swine. Talking to you is a waste of time. You
onto the roof I await this fall bringing peace after all I will cross the border, set my life out of order Dissatisfied from the superficial frame of mind A
moments we never share And all this land has been discovered Every frame in front of me Is describing in a story A familiar history Through a city that
, build me a home, build me a home with a green grass hill with runing a water in a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign flowers build me a
hated ones in pain Mothafuck what they be goin through, my hard is dark just like my name I frame a mothafucka for their actions Try to act a fool and
to be dug out We represent the Ruffhouse Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned at the thug house Now your facing a one of a kind dude Undefined
, to each his own so I choose to maintain Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless Broads hear the name, see the frame
