But the human spine is an iron rod And, when bent, needs time and heat to make straight And it's easier to fill front pockets with nickels Than it is
Cause I gotta do what I can So I'm like Kadoosh, kadoosh, kadoosh, I don't know which side I chant I'm kinda like a blur with these words, it's a [?] with
instinct, I can love unconditionally. Cross my heart and lie to you (My conscience plagues at me, fills me with this despair) Failure within me. Promise
face her Temple of the evil, Temple of the weak No one knows how bad he feels Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key "Live with the Blacksheep, live with
I Despise Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High [Pill:] It's A Mystery Break Out Ya Magnifying Glasses Wit Ya Hat And Fine Jackets Macs & Iron
Detroit, to Chi-Town New York to Philly (Jersey) all around cause it's strictly underground when I'm troopin with my sound So save the temptation, money