Слова песни Thieves In The Night Black Star

Give me the fortune, keep the fame, said my man louis
I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
He looked at me, he thought about it
Was like, Im clueless, why?
The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
And so tomorrow comin later than usual
Waitin on someone to pity us
While we findin beauty in the hideous
They say moneys the root of all evil but I cant tell
Youknowhatimean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
Or is it the mindstate thats ill?
Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
Over money and religion theres more blood to spill
The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
Whats the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
While r&b singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
Of thought, that my man louis statements just provoked
Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet earth
Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too short to box with god
Without faith, all of that is illusionary
Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

[m.d.] not strong
[t.k.] only aggressive
[m.d.] not free
[t.k.] we only licensed
[m.d.] not compassioniate, only polite
[t.k.] now who the nicest?
[m.d.] not good but well behaved
[t.k.] chasin after death
So we can call ourselves brave?
[m.d.] still livin like mental slaves
[both] hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
[both] hidin like thieves in the night from life
Illusions of oasis makin you look twice

[mos def]
Yo, Im sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see aint really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they wont call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you dont control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose its, just another clever jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find its distressin, theres never no in-between
We either niggaz or kings
We either bitches or queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The 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 temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power aint directed
Thats why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sinceritys rehearsed in stage, its just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
Most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just