not cure but palliative? While it?s possible these things you?ve done, All too likely I?m the only one And upon this thought my vision fled So I end
I'm sitting here in an empty room, I'm writing a poem now to you, It's time to think about what we had. And when the sun is going down, All my feelings
is not cure but palliative? While it?s possible these things you?ve done, All too likely I?m the only one And upon this thought my vision fled So I end
: I'm sitting here in an empty room, I'm writing a poem now to you, It's time to think about what we had. And when the sun is going down, All my feelings
is in eternity, every man is an angel The bum's as holy as the seraphim The madman is holy as you my soul are holy The typewriter is holy, the poem is
swallow your tongue Already know the island I'm from And y'all don't want no problems with them We got a history, full of lightning victories Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery Long vision
the island I'm from And y'all don't want no problems with them [Genius/GZA] We got a history, full of lightning victories Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery Long vision
in the stack Books that were took, take a look, back As I take you further high into the sky Where your eyes like vision surprise then dive back Vision
could run free With no pain, I'd be happy With no cash, I could borrow With no direction, I could follow But with no you there's no me No vision, I
of Troy will shine bright Roam in darkness (Spread the vision) Roam in darkness (Spread the vision) Roam in darkness (Spread the vision) Roam in darkness (Spread the vision
box Thinkin' Rap's all I got Smoke too much pot Bones with ?chromes? twisted in knots Cold vein with thoughts Bubbling hot Stoned in the bedroom Writin' this poem
The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
like that yeah lifestyle so easy But when hell breaks loose in K.L. its time to get busy Chorus *POINT BLANC* Lot Ten Yellow Dagger vision scan as I
I'll never make it now But at least looking in the mirror wont feel like lying Posing for your still visions Acedemic postcard prisons Raise your chin, love Purged a poem
so we roll out the club And you know just what I do I'm hitting in the freak mode, puttin' on a load sippin' on a guinny Then lo and behold on a vision