duan le de xuan zai zen me lian A broken string, how can it be reconnected? wo de gan jue ni yi ting bu jian My feelings, you already cannot hear ni
shapes In every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings Real live bleeding fingers And broken
If I could find a way to change today the way I sing and how I play I couldn't change a goddamn thing If I can't change a broken string frustration gets
Throw on Rakim's beat" I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled Damn near slipped and broke
revealed as the ocean maid All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Oh, coins and crosses never know their fruitless worth Cords are broken
of all expression laid Emotion revealed as the ocean maid A clearer future, morning, evenin', nights with you Coins and crosses never know the fruitless worth Cords are broken
Coins and crosses Turn round tailor, assaulting Never know their fruitless worth; all the mornings of the interest shown, presenting one another to the cord, Cords are broken
and Assaulting all the mornings of the crosses Interest shown, never know Presenting one another to the cord, their fruitless worth; All left dying, rediscovered cords are broken
off with that shirt, Look how you bouncin', All of the sudden I think how many men try to climb that mountain, Them heals you got is no joke, even Akon might go broke
Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Saturday night for me In a city boulevard, broken and
Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight Split like a cord of wood, my family broke up Sold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow A breathing
Seven Year Itch I can barely hold your hand Let alone hold you up I can barely feed myself Let alone fill your cup Cause the bonds stay broken When
throw your shit up in the sky 'Cause Redman's about to get live, like one-two-five I smoke 'High Times' magazines when I lounge And broken mics and cords
of fame or maybe they just hate i wont ever i wont ever know maybe 'cos i listen maybe 'cos i glow maybe they be fixing maybe 'cos theyre broke maybe
said I can't rap about bein' broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more Slut, you think I won't choke no whore Till the vocal cords don
kicking it While the humpster was lamping, fishing and camping Out renting boats in the Hamptons Eating good, working out and giving charity Working on my vocal cord
electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors Shift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates Sound
ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors Shift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates Sound break
