The Roots

The Roots - Singing Man lyrics

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[Chorus - Dice Raw]

Days are living fast, moves in misery

You got a song you wanna sing for me

Sing a song, singing man

Sing a song, singing man

Sing another song, singing man

Sing another song, singing man

Sing a song for me

Sing a song for me



[P.O.R.N.]

Look, I'm so twisted, so, so twisted

One life to live, and I'm willing to risk it

Terror that the world has never known existed

Left so many clues, now how could they miss it?

Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it

Long as it means the world is on my shit list

Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick

Countdown's on, its too late to nix it

I'm so anxious, so, so anxious

The ones I hate barely know what my name is

Have no clue that I'm armed and dangerous

Willing to spill my blood to be famous

Willing to spill my blood to make changes

Look for a suicide note to explain this

Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish

Sounds insane, you're speaking my language...



[Chorus]



[Black Thought]

One for the pressing, two for the cross

Three for the blessing, four for the loss

Kid holding a weapon, walk like a corpse

In the face of transgression, military issue Kalash-

-Nikova or machete or a pitchfork

He killing cause he feel he got nothing to live for

In a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor

And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer

13-year-old killer, he look 35

He changed his name to Little No-Man-Survive

When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly

He loot and terrorize and shoot between the eyes

Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was demonized

Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies

And he wouldn't have to raise his barrel to target you

His heart can't give you the years of scar tissue...



[Chorus]



[Truck North]

Uh, what you're witnessing is true dedication

Charged by the call and the cause of the nation

Countdown, minutes away from detonation

A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination

My manner, seems patient, inner rage lies

So deep, I can taste it, let's sacrifice lives

Past the first sensation, to paradise I fly

Delusions are lighting up the midday sky

The last days of mine spent in extreme secrecy

Wolves dressed like sheep occur more frequently

Too much faith to be scared, the petrified both fled

Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead

Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall

Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call

Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them all?

In the name of the merciful, sing me a song...



[Chorus]





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