So debauched in your slick mink, political
Can you keep 'em in the dark for life, can you hide them from the waiting world
Where you going for tomorrow? Where you goin' with the mask I found?
To hold my tongue speaks of quiet reservations
Last fire will rise behind those eyes. Black house will rock.
Oh, you understand, it's been a long time comin'. Oh, you understand, no offense.
Always on the run, destiny is the rising sun
It's been a long time, getting from there to here…
Hold up, no you didn't bow, bow
You ask me why I grow my hair