(l. stansfield/i. devaney/ a. morris) Spoken: People say they care, but when it come down...
it’s been a long time since I felt the rain upon my head a moment...
the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd...
Waste of paper and ink Biding my time While fighting sleep Preventing health Trying to...
Such pretty hair May I kiss you May I kiss...
Now she was about seventeen Just, young and fine She...
We've been indoctrinated and convinced by the white racist standard...
When we make love I feel it so deeply When...
They were both young He believed in himself only In...
My mother used to whore herself And my father Would...
You enchant me so my bittersweet flower Mystery of the...
You enchant me so my bittersweet flower Mystery of the...
Dial the 7 digits, It's quite simple I'll be there...
I often watch you the way you whore yourself You're...