It aint that easy, it aint that easy it aint that easy, but it aint so hard It aint that easy, it aint that easy it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
Oh yeah! A study of history Reveals an unflagging appeal to mystery You talk about abstraction at the top of the list But you might as well get pissed
Todo en su lugar Ni una arruga en tu camisa Deja de posar No te queda esa sonrisa Si buscas mi amor Puedes esperar sentado Porque para ti Tengo el corazon
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers. How they felt on my back when
I have a plan for you It will only take a lifetime to see through I'll show you where to start And the most that it can cost will be your heart Give
Somebody has to surface - come from under your skin Somebody has to bear down for his life to begin May he strengthen on his way. Let him know, if
All through my mind all the time There's no right moment for signs Wish no one was lost or around I'll do it to you Back and forth is this worth all the
[Ad-lib] I guess what I'm trying to say is, Every day is like a different flavour I know it can be superficial But in the end, there's more that I discover
Ladies and gentlemen Here comes the million dollar face She's the candle, a little suicidal She talks to Jesus about where to go Now she's invited to
Sit yourself down boy and talk to me Tell me what's on your mind Don't keep on telling me every thing's okay 'Cause if it was you wouldn't be crying You
Please help to make the world you're livin' in better Please help to make the world you're livin' in better Please help to make the world you're livin
I've been hiding, hiding for so long Right behind my digital mask I've been trying to be someone I'm not All these perfectly fake people Push us to insane
To feel as emotions die To see when the dark deceits your eyes The create though creativity fails To eliminate when the cry for mercy prevails And the
Let's break it out all of this black-on-black Brown-on-brown, in every town Because I'm sick of seeing my people's sketches Scattered all over the ground
I open up my eye and I, I open as my eye I stare and let it read my mind, eye open as am I Scanning through that tangled maze I lose myself again Who
reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing torn from what it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak
Credit Cards I can't leave the house without my lipstick (lipstick on) It's like a runway show Monroe, yea Marilyn you would be proud, honey you would
It's a mental philosophy... what made you do it. Why do you call out your riots without surfacing your message? Why would you let yourself get run around