deep I can't see the light [Chorus] I'm bleeding my hands are cold Someone save me I've trusted what I can't see But everyone is blind [Verse 2] It
译文: 工作职位. 盲人.
a minute then repeat. Queen, you deserve the title but she rejects what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them. Tried them, didnt work, Got impossible standards, Nothing I'ma do is gone work
is set up to fuck you so you better be on the grind Don't be one of the blind gotta stay alert And put in work 'cause time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes
with me your thoughts [Verse 2] I've learned to find my place to hide My circus of rust and lies We take it down these holy ties Just run away and follow blind
it out nasty comin down Scott Street Working on my tape Ima call it welches grape
that reads: I didn't do it! Is it on, is it beyond basic Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless? Does it have a title? If didn't would you name
My recital's prime to climb, homicidal rhymes unwind My rival's minds and time, they vital signs decline Your title's mine, resign, leave you blind '
still there, right between my shoulder blades. BETTY I read one of your stories, wasn't it Scribner's, some magazine. Title- something with windows. JOE It was "Blind
through a complex intra-institutional system that connected to every branch of government, from the Social Security Administration to the Department of Defense. The operation, under the working title
me Take chances again if they under estimate me [Woodie] Say your Prayers count your blessings Grab your weapon grip it tight Cause tonight I sport my put in work
fraud Sick as psycho wards invite you on buyin' my mike recital was vinyl Shine a light that'll blind you My Light that'll fight for your title Cry for
industry is set up to fuck u so u better be on the grind Don't be one of the blind gotta stay alert And put in work cuz time is almost up Twistas, Hurricanes
to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat, Queen, you deserve the title but she reject what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them, Tried them didn't work
1997 by homonimous title Reedited in Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy on 2009] Angels go - we merely stray, image of a wandering deity, searching for wells or for work
