're all just people now There's people doing 'frightfully well' there's others on the shelf But never mind the second kind this is the age of self They
번역: 와이엇, 로버트. 자아의 시대.
transfered through moments Of days under searching earth Revealing corridors of time provoking memories Disjointed but with purpose Craving penetrations offer links With the self
thought transfered through moments of days undersea arching earth Revelaing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with purpose, Craving penetrations offer links with the self
are so uncertain, there's a yearning undefined And people filled with rage We all need a little tenderness, how can love survive In such a graceless age And the trust and self
in Well, maybe I was mistaken I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age Well, maybe I was mistaken Bless your body, bless your soul Pray for peace and self
nightmare hippy girl With her skinny fingers fondling my world She's a whimsical, tragical beauty Self-conscious and a little bit moody It's a new age
it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, ??¶ause gracefully we age
you know, just trying to survive in the world 'Bout to have a little boy or baby girl, who knows? Anyway, just when you start getting' that little age
but a tease Halle Berry, Halle Berry Halle Berry, Halle Berry Gone bob your head, gone work your shoulder Now what I just said, girl, do it on tha d age
next to me my mind holds the key I'm living in an age That calls darkness light Though my language is dead Still the shapes fill my head I'm living in an age
to me My mind holds the key I'm living in an age That calls darkness light Though my language is dead Still the shapes fill my head I'm living in an age
Stepped off Verseco, checked off Manchego Sipping coffee, playing keno in the casino Want a lucky number? Ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flame thrower My rhymes age
schemes, I put together pieces of a Dream I still have one [Chorus] [Verse 2] The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror, Images of me, gettin' much clearer, Dear Self
part-time job Slanging at OB's birdstand Washington High was the school I attended Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it Kicked out the house at the age
resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, Even kids my own age, Making front page By getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction And self
