Verse 1 You live your life in your house that has so many memories And they have built up inside the walls over all of the years Imagine all things that
Verse1 Turn up at the scene we bring our eski full of drinks Put our chairs in a circle so we can all sit And skull the drinks that we bought with my
I wish I knew a man Someone to steal me From this sadness I wish I knew a girl Who'd run her fingers Through my hair and kiss me Wish, I didn't have
every love song on every TV and Hollywood told me it should be beautiful and sweet like watching soul train with Marvin Gaye on but baby it hurts to love
Here's my philosophy, livin' in a penitentiary Brothers all on the corner Tryin' to make believe Turn around, ain't got no pot to pee Make me mad when
crap out your space Conceive it believe it decree it achieve it with HASTE! [Chorus] Nuttin in the world is impossible Listen to the shit that I drop on you KRS-One, philosophical
So, you're a philosopher? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I think very deeply, I think very deeply, I think very deeply I think, I think, I think very deeply,
for The philosophers stone Can you hear that engine? Woe, can you hear that engine drone? Well, I'm on the road again and I'm searching for Searching for the philosophers
Now I'm walking on my own two feet The sun is shinning, my shadow's stretched across the street And I meet the eyes of a stranger I can't quite place
But it's not my fault I can climb back out again What can you do? The philosophers' stone But I'm grateful The philosophers' stone But I'm grateful The philosophers
Straight forward this all falls into place. I can do this on my own (I know I can). I seem to be the only one awake. Just please, don't give into them
Disconcerting the downsides, emphasizing on the positive Charcterizes my philosophy My philosophy! Shaping a guideline, free to follow Sharing the
My name is James Secord Everything was gone With this bullet In my sister's face Maybe then they Won't hear the screams Pull the trigger The mirror hurts
Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about
Won?t you look up at the skyline At the mortar block and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes You see they always used to be there Even when
