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Utwór: The crow

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     Check out the scheme of a dream, thick fog all around me
  Standing in a tunnel of blood, hounds surround me
  Shadow of a child, my eyes visualize and figure
  And as you walked backwards the shadow grew bigger
  Temptation made me curios to follow it
  All fear in my heart, at that point I done swallowed it
  State like trance as I reach out my hand
  You wore an overcoat robe, face was disclosed
  Now was this a dream or reality
  I was about to become one of Satan's fuckin fatalities
  In silence, I hear the wings of a black crow flappin
  The bird lands, then appears a man
  Very sleek in physique, stood about six feet
  Dispute was jet black I had to step back
  His dimeanor wasn't pure, I knew this for sure
  He had a diseased look that the world couldn't cure
  I'm forzen, the fear returned to my body
  Heart pumpin so fast, I thought I was goin into cardiac arrest
  I wake up in a cold sweat, wifey sleepin on my left sound asleep
  I peep around the room then I make a sudden jest
  A feather from a black crow was beside my pillow
  Was it a sign from God to repute for the things that I did in my lifetime
  Now my soul's on the line
  I'm puzzled, spark up a Newport
  Then I take a fall in hell it's the cancer
  Then I try and find an answer
  
  CHORUS: (2x)
  
  My wisdom that I'm droppin is-
  Is somethin like a doctor and
  Necessary like oxygen
  I'm seein who's my opposite
  And who's my aid in life
  So let's attract and repell
  Third rate government they tryin to seize the world
  
  Day like a rose, the wind is blowin hard against the window
  Pull up the blinds there sits the crow
  I back up fast heart beatin massive
  Lost my breath, collapsin fallin on the mattress
  I went into a state of unconciousness
  Open my eyes up, I'm layin on the dark street
  Leaves blowin in the breezes, Jesus
  I on the street like a nightmare
  I take flight, a bird through the air
  While I'm wingin it I see all sorts of chaos
  Dead bodies, burned buildings turned over cars
  Uh-uh, seein visions of an all out war
  Territory factors, picture escape from New York
  Gun fire, blomb flowin, nerve gas a-flowin
  Just imagin whole race of Harlem gaurds showin
  Realizin I was havin out-of-body experience
  Return to my physical and wake up tense
  Layin in the hospital as I figured the riddle
  G-O-D was throwin at me paranormally so
  Givin sight beyond sight about the world we know
  A preminition that I saw through the eyes of a pro
  

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