That's the way that it's supposed to be Me for you and only you for me You helped me see so many beautiful things Opened my eyes made me conscious of
born to test a nation Let me go, let me shoulder up to angels Walk this street without fear of strangers Let me move move conscious sons and daughter
ringin' on their own bells Sisters are doin' it for themselves Now this is a song to celebrate The conscious liberation of the female state Mothers - daughters and their daughters
These are the eyes that i've been shown, This is the voice that you control, This is the consciousness that's grown, These are the truth's i've come to
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm out to be a father If I have a daughter
and pensive The grassland was strewn with small crimson petals Their fragrance was sweet with the stench of the devil And slowly but surely they fell into sleep Their consciousness
small crimson petals Their fragrance was sweet with the stench of the devil And slowly but surely they fell into sleep Their consciousness gone as they
possible futures Your obvious endings defeat me Alma Badoura Dorothea And Jade Belphoebe is just like me Such perfect disdain I sing for the daughters
swans swimming in a black lake Told me keep it real and you'll find who's fake Two cedar trees half submerged in the water Don't prophesize about sons and daughters
i tell you oh, it all falls down a way that all, all falls down i tell you oh, it all falls down Kanye West: man i promise shes so self conscious she
Krkonose mountains in the summer and autumn of the year 1913, Anno Satanas. Heroes: Atrament - a student, amateur occultist and adventurer. Calamaria - a daughter
blood drip oozing from a curled lip ever thought of dying slowly ever thought of dying totally unholy someone's trying to fool us maybe it's your daughters
And ringin' on their own bells We said, "Sisters are doin' it for themselves" Now this is a song to celebrate The conscious liberation of the female state Mothers, daughters and their daughters
m Candy, how sweet is my name I'm everybody's daughter but no one seems to know her I'm Candy and you're all to blame Your American daughter, one more
song to celebrate. Amazons - Yeah Xena - the conscious liberation of the female state. Amoria - oh, I'm talking about a state of mind, mothers and daughters, and there daughters
streets without cops harassing Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
4x] Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you ohh, it all falls down [Verse - Kanye West] Man I promise, she's so self conscious She has no idea
own bells. Sisters are doin' it for themselves. Now this is a song to celebrate The conscious liberation of the female state! Mothers - daughters and their daughters