your faith You'll find it there Take back your right to live alive Verse 2 I see you fade away from me I know you're struggling just to breathe You're so wounded
Intro: D5 E5 E E A D E A D E A D E A D It's way up in the Black Hills
gone by Breaking promises Pictures up in black and white Holding back all the words I said I said goodbye, open wounds, Broken hearts Please stay tonight So send your letters of regret (So send your letters
lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin
's for the front I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone Send me a letter or better
Will I die, will I die? I belong to a line of red scent Teach the heart to reflect The wound is wise for primal black eyes Theres a scarlet letter in
open letter to the Rev. Jesse Jackson We, the members of the Mojo family, feel that your actions and retoric as a self professed leader of the black
your throat with the premise Middle of New York with a sack full of action Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black
by the darkness Dancing across your face And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain I know what it's like when memories make you wince And love letter
Yeah, it's way up in the Black Hills Where we come from There's a girl and she warned me Don't pick up that gun, gun Oh, by the law of the land By the
with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Ja'causezi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black
Derek D: Ita??s like something deep inside was the catalyst/ Brave to the bone, blame it on the tone of the catho-/ -lick this wound, say something wrong
(Hammill) Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead, as dated as carbon, as black as coal, but burning as red. Clues faintly stencilled: the message
for the frontin I found a way to get piece of mind for years And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone Send me a letter, or better
Another night in this black water rain cloud Kickin through the puddles on his way up to the Greyhound and, In his pocket is a letter from his mother,
hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black
