You're in my heart, in my mind You're the star will always shine you'll be with me
Uh, it go You ever see the inner of a man's soul? Or ninja turtles out of manholes is balance Between a and a conscious, that's the challenge Between the solitary and the conference I examines That I was a figure Would be the start of world and the transformation of niggas Like the of liquor But that's just turnin' them into And we'll be back where we was Not a peace-sign, but a with scissors So I can cut Myself off the calculations of empress, empires, and the sinners For advancement of suffering And other things trying to my publishing and editorials gon' bring it back to us again A boomerang as Halle Barry and Eddie and everybody fuckin' it
You're in my heart, in my mind You're the that will always shine Forever be with
Even though cars ain't got one I got some and to spare No more My motor-ware don't my motivate to mate Also I drive to stay alive and ride this there My momma so mad, so no in here I'm Aries Spears on my Jay-Z on the Drake skit Now how many more can I make just one voice They might call it fake This some shit It's my me impersonatin' we Vicariously in every rap I with I you're speakin' for me, if I'm ever speechless I'mma be you Even though not here to be with I hope I see these gangsters like teachers Wake up out they sleep, then they And the world so Martin King-less
You're in my heart, in my mind You're the star that always shine you'll be with
And to my Heron, Gil Scott In a with Baldwin On a jet plane with no for fallin' But wishin' it never of the dream time Presently en route to the rhymes of the time Magazine With coffee more sugar and milk coffee Aborted rhymes, rotten beats, and hooks as bumpy as braille books Fail cools, bad French, and mad push at the Gourmet at the starving soiree A choice of one easy at a time I'll three the hard way Trying to be as as possible And vulgar, the more shocking the profitable A baby fed gold And sat upon a pedestal getting called 24 carot souls How to describe Insightful remarks such as the thing I've ever heard is silence Some technically impressive In a faux Spanish hues of a Marxist dialectic listen to the critics, pointless is the common passerby Might as not even exist, not even a bit In the of my demise give everything I prize to the poor And to the oppressors, I a war And so on and so