that blessed evening My great great great great great great granddad He saved those kings Now granddad made his living Playing jazz you see But jazz wasn't big
sure why but we've sacrificed foresight Blinded by the lights of these television screens I want to hear the television scream Instead of reading us the small print of big
fel my deceased i know you walk aside your child and her eyes closed, soul rose earth will patch the cracks within i dig a hole for all my sins big, small
in his night wear Awoke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years Bubble eye small fry loaded four five just thirstin for some person with shine to
why but we've sacrificed foresight Blinded by the lights of these television screens I want to hear the television scream Instead of reading us the small print of big
Smalls] Right there, right there? Right there, right there? [Royce Da 5'9"] It goes up, down, side to side That's how a real bitch ride, ride With the
