Wisdom has many faces
Hunting light in their own riverbeds
I often smell truth and sometimes
It doesn't smell good..
Why don't you hit me?
A fist hurts for a bit
Was it for your own good,
Or was it for mine?
All these long years,
these b***** tears went deep down on my riverbeds
Smell truth and sometimes
It doesn't smell good...
Why don't you hit me?
A fist hurts for a bit
Was it for your own good?
Or was it for mine?
Why don't you hit me?
Hunting light in their own riverbeds
I often smell truth and sometimes
It doesn't smell good..
Why don't you hit me?
A fist hurts for a bit
Was it for your own good,
Or was it for mine?
All these long years,
these b***** tears went deep down on my riverbeds
Smell truth and sometimes
It doesn't smell good...
Why don't you hit me?
A fist hurts for a bit
Was it for your own good?
Or was it for mine?
Why don't you hit me?