Gazing thru the sands of time and wondering if you'll be mine A glimpse of future days I cannot see Shining like a morning star exquisite jewel I see
翻訳: ヘッドイースト. 時間の砂.
from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw On the shores of African beach, facin' the east White sands stretched
to the heavens above And everybody dance to the sounds of love Won't you clack your teeth, won't you smack your hands? Won't you dig your little heads right out of the sand
the land It's the radical man sailin on a catamaran (Yeah!) By the seaside life on the beach road Far north, south west, down south east coast I dunno
the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples Wearing a black Kangol sweatsuit, gold chain and sneakers Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east
piece But I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets Sky lights up like fireworks blind me Bullets whistlin' over my head remind me President
Out in the dunes, far and wide Where desert wind stir up the sand Long ago in ancient time Ruled Pharaoh's hand A king and a god to all mortal men Worship
So understand that he's saying something. Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like
understand that he's saying something. Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like a
tears, this fountain dry Nameless faces, just headlines We don't ride that train no more No resistance, turn my head They could go out east instead Newfoundland
school to the ground And put a new wing in the east lot On my old parking spot It stands reminding me of how I wish that I could travel back in time
me on radio, live vocally do edits E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded Only the best out the likwit crew out the west And we shine time after time
piece But I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets Sky lights up like fireworks blind me Bullets, whistlin' over my head remind me President
We are people looking for A new and promise land Found him with fire and rain Crossing desert sand We were right, the moonlit night Never stop for days
a wig split Two to yo head Mista tougher man I said Two to yo head that he was tough and blood shed The night chillin All the way around the sirens are sounding Time
like Beached whales Shelled snails As you strained and you squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal
it's highest (? -mixed with beretta 9's first line) <beretta 9> Yo, yo I snatch up defeated troops in desert tim boots Camouflage like the sands
