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Lyrics

 

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
 
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
 
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning & fight for such
 
Unusable standards
While weeping maidens
Show-off penury & pout
Ravings for a mad staff

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Comments

9 months 5 days ago

How can one listen to this music and not bow?

9 months 6 days ago

Great version.