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Light Is The Language

An elemental natural seeking perfect grace In a catacomb Or cave of endless drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language

one I love But my mind holds the key You're standing next to me My mind holds the key I'm living in an age That calls darkness light Though my language is

these stereotypes? FM, come on So innocent, you can tell by the clothes College girl with a 4.0 Good girl by day Damn, who would have known? But when the lights go, lights

on the day, you accept all you see is a mirror And a mirror is all it can be, a reflection of something we?re missing And language just happened, it

on the day, you accept all you see is a mirror And a mirror is all it can be, a reflection of something we?re missing And language just happened, it

that's coming to me She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope So there still is hope, yes I can be healed There is someone looking for what I

right I just came up in the game cuz you needed more light, so by the time youre done there wont be no more mic And people ask me bob what kinda language is

treacherous waters of America's ghettos that set up the slaughteres But there's more of us Although we speak in different languages We all pretty familiar with what anger is

length of black life is treated with short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary This life is