Nefertitis & Cleopatras
Sxint Chris
2:55Another case of the blues Seven days a week that's a race to the truth The voice got the bass in it too and that sax smooth With the trumpets and wait 'til you hear that last flute Yo my instrument getting tuned Act the same when nobody and visitors in the room Dogging every beat I'm like wait 'til they get him groomed Got a different lift off this floor you see him loom C'mon and zoom God bless all the fingers The mouths on the singers Every note that could linger The metaphors that I think of The self is what I tinker Whatever floats your boat just don't invest in a sinker Be independent made you less of a thinker Saw through your soul that citizen looking senior Uh' tunnel vision using less of these blinkers The human spirit cause clearly after death you could linger Uh' See the thing about a human right It has a purpose before and after it lives you know what I'm saying Matter cannot be created or destroyed Just forgotten to a certain extent you know what I'm saying That's why you gotta make your stamp You feel me