I stretch my arms To a familiar space spreading in front of me Then I draw and open my hands In my hands, a tiny fire is flickering Can you see it? Can
me if you can I am the guilt of an honest man Then seven times we raised our arms And with cat-stretch Sent our foot spells Yawning into the multitudes
It's like I'm falling in 6 feet deep Reaching for the top but I can't breathe (?) Got my eyes wide open but I can see, yeah Got my arms stretched out
be my start RICHARD T No more carrying spears MARY I'll be discovered my life won't ever be the same Billy Wilder will know my name and he'll call
off I got a flier in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush The place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my
a kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty notebook. she handed
black holes, and I just want her in my arms. I'm not equipped for long term, and I just want... I found my old sketches of flying facts, with brown paper
have the innocence of a kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty
bad ass bitch that'll fuck your clique ass so fat, make the illest nigga dry snitch it's time to stretch on these cats 'cause my dogs is restless the
I am. You pull my arms, you stretch my legs, about to break, i can not take this any more. Quiet. Been kept shut way for many years. Depressive thoughts are kept inside. And my
: It?s like I?m falling in 6 feet deep Reaching for the top but I can?t breathe (?) Got my eyes wide open but I can see, yeah Got my arms stretched out
yourself have the innocence of a kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled
zone like the season had begun All but one in my son the latin seasons is upon us With an open invitation to my sisters and my brothers [Chorus] All
