line The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find A spear, a spike, a point, a nail A drip, a drop, the end of the tale A truckload of bricks in the soft morning
Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late I hear the door slam shut, you've gone and now it's so late I can still feel the sting your hand across
lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
So open up your morning light And say a little prayer for I You know that if we are to stay alive Then see the peace in every eye She had two babies,
the end of an age A last crusade, a final outrage in this day of flaccid plumage And there was worn no cloth but leather Made supple by years of stinging
will find you Gagged and tied The hunter lies In a lowly ditch His eyes they sting And his fingers twitch You'll be his queen for the night But the morning
Dark as roses, fine as sand Feel your healing and your sting again I hear you laughing and my soul is saved On forgotten graves, you cry Crawl like ivy
nuh care bout cuts and bruises Dat's just da way she chooses Seh, she needs her man fi bring autumn Summer, winter, spring, cash Carnival, splash and sting
walls to fill the street Mary is holding both of her shoes in her hand Said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet And in the morning I'm leaving
will only sting me through my dreams It's well past midnight as I lie In a semi-conscious state I dream of people fighting me Without any reason I can see In the morning
got the best old stinger Any bumble bee that I ever seen He stung me this morning I been looking for him all day long He stung me this morning I been
paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane Broke his neck Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like
Dont worry (easy yuh brain), about a thing ( do you hear wah wi seh) Every little thing, is gonna be alright (Well listen wi again) [Verse 1: Ziggy Marley & (Sean Paul)] Woke up this morning
Words: Joel Nelson, Music:Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) BMI I have run on middle fingernail through Eolithic morning And I?ve thundered down
tight, between these lines, it holds you tight It holds you tight, between these lines, it holds you tight You walk cross these fields in solitude, The sting
Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken Yet you turn towards the window
Early one morning with time to kill I borrowed jeb's rifle and sat on the hill I saw a lone rider crossing the plain I drew a bread on him to practice
If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground You wake the morning in a stranger's coat No one would