met in a bar, the back of a car And for a moment, you felt important but not in your heart 'Cause my self-esteem it?s been low Go ahead and count, it
the underground Everything's here right here Everything's here right now All that is, is what is now Who am I without your photograph? And the wind
tears over nothing at all Now, we wish that we were younger, that feeling of the hunger To want to try everything and anything we want Frustration and
of Africa and Asia And free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long
, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and
