Muros e Grades (Humberto Gessinge/Augusto Licks) nas grandes cidades. no pequeno dia-a-dia o medo nos leva tudo, sobretudo a fantasia entao erguemos muros
I found myself within your room again, I wonder where you are Buts it's my fault, I shouldn't have let you into my heart so quick Now you're gone, now
Sitting around, keeping score On a little notepad past bedtime, yeah Vowed that I'd wait three days to call I'm already two ahead, is that alright? Is
I wake up in the morning And I flash my natty dread, yeah Give praises to the most high, Jah Jah Then me hold a fresh Ready for the world wide pressure
Perfection, We cannot live as prophets We cannot sleep tonight Given life's breath Everyday's a privilege Nipping at our heels Attempting to lead us
What you about to hear gon' fuck you up Because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga I'm tellin you this shit so off the fucking
A new age dawns before my eyes, I can feel the ars divine With the sun above we'll build our holy land What a sight to see a future yet to come Now we
Know what I'm sayin Life is like a game of basketball They just want niggas to run jump and shoot chorus: The game of life is a struggle to survive
I wanna be in another place Some other body and someone else's face Don't wanna be in here I need a space, I can disappear I wanna play me a different
Methinks I see a host of craft Spreading their sails alee Down the Humber they do glide All bound for the Northern Sea Me thinks I see on each small craft
even as a friend you manage to lodge a knife between my shoulder blades. i have no more need for these photos. i have betrayal and viciousness to remind
I better rest my eyes 'cause I am growing weary of This point you've been trying to make So rather than imply, why don't you just verbalize All the things
Fear can drive stick and it's taking me down this road A road down which I swore I'd never go And here I sit, thinking of God knows what Afraid to admit
I was going to spell it out in full detail but I dropped the call before I spilled my guts But your floor stayed clean like my conscience will be 'Cause
I can smell the death on the sheets Covering me I can't believe this is the end But this is my deathbed I lie here alone If I close my eyes tonight I
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of We're in the palm of a hand, making a fist It'd be best for one of us to speak up But we prefer to pretend
I've dug up miles and miles of sand Searching for something I can't see I've just got bruised and battered hands And a brand new void inside of me Complete
I made a habit of never making promises That aren't easy to keep And there you have it but now I'm making one That is to keep you here with me 'Cause