the dead conceals the mystery All meanings lost through times antiquity Concealment of intention, arcane faces of stone Dissension will uncover the knowledge, Lost unknown Lost through time
6 grand for a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here
whole Dawn of thought transfered through moments Of days under searching earth Revealing corridors of time provoking memories Disjointed but with purpose Craving penetrations offer
sea whole. Dawn of thought transfered through moments of days undersea arching earth Revelaing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with purpose, Craving penetrations offer
Heaven bent to take my hand And lead me through the fire Be the long awaited answer To a long and painful fight Truth be told I've tried my best But
, yeah, yeah I can't keep my eyes off ya I can tell why them other guys lost ya The kind's red in a flyin' saucer And that's why I can offer, similarities
pass enclosed inside their cars And on their faces just anger or disappointment I start wishing there was something I could offer them Consolation, could I offer
Alana with mad persona She delt with reality never fed it to the drama I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer Who knew her through his peoples
clothes and tell me "Get in my belly" Stay on the track hit the ground running like Flo-Jo Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo Ladies and
new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home
am I doing ryt Verse 1: Ayo tones you tripping Whats going on homeboy you slipping Are you o.K men your acting diffrent And it looks like you lost a
heavy where it's at And while you're whining all the time never changing any minds It is clear to see your lip has lost its button 'Cause if ya take
't run and hide, come out and face it head on Because you're strong enough to win And go on to pass through the test that life has to offer And beat
of the lost brotherhood You stumbled in the wrong neighbourhood Swore you'd never become one Now you find that you're one for good No escape, no choice Lost
helpless little babies Offerings to the spirit of the age No way of understanding this sad and painful sign Whenever Satan rears his head, there comes a tragic time
get that off you Walkin' around like you lost and from out of town Who got you down, shit you too hot to frown I see you time to time whenever you creep through
its sorrows Our secrets beneath her, we drive each stake deeper Then offer to barter but each deal is harder The cloaks we keep changing while gliding through
as he strode through the woods To the place where his boat lay moored to a stake The hollow sound as his footsteps echoed Until the sound was lost on
