was a jugular vein in a jugglera??s girl I was supposedly leaking the most interesting colors While half of my fingers are dipped in the sand You progress
ever and covered in birds A bone colored moon fills the west Now, throats will be slashed and flags will unfurl As time will divide us in gangs Now, years of progress
gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old Color changin click dresses
timid, at first I was with it Talk about jack moves, I did it I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I'd run With the colored rag over my gun And there
get money I spend it on the bills But my baby she's the exception to the rules You might wanna call it obsession But this to my heart, this is a natural progression
time He needed more space He needed more money He needed more friends He needed more music He needed more food He needed more drugs He needed more color
the water Love comes like surprise ice at dawn Love comes like surprise ice on the water Love comes at dawn Deprived of the light and of colors The
text obscured in the fields of sheets Slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there Red and brown like leaves fallen The colors of an eternal
sucker The road dawg baby comin' like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggaz lookin' funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my Congress show progress
hands Changing the future - changing our goals Laying waste to all of our plans No promises, no guarantees Of a rose-colored existence Progress comes
of affliction We're choking these walls are caving in We keep pushing This world is bleeding Is this our destiny? We've built and constructed a false progression
I've always been: downset at the bottom with My underclass freedom. the birth of this nation, birth of the Systematic jack, from land grab to whips across black's back. No progress
I was a sweet baby in my mother's arms, we were strolling through the park. Picnic, peace walk, progress. Just a baby in her arms, my politics are based
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains The pictures on the wall will all remain And even though he's home now sounding safe Surrounded by the faces
the part times My cup aint close to filled up We trying to build up so we can have enough And when I finally get the color There won?t be nothing left
since I quenched the silence. sure to erupt eyes-lids Till they're queasy from the degree of the tilt of A trapeze performer that's proven succession in The progression
now, raise your hand Need inspiration? the capital a's your man I'll inspire you to strive a little higher You won't tire, and not even barbwire Will obstruct your progress
I hurt her What's on my mind is victims in the baskets Taking place in some motherfucker's caskets What's on my mind is a rape in progress I got my