Another day. Staring out of my window. Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow. Wishing things would clear. No need to rush. I ain't gonna worry. Any moment my sorrow. Is bound to disappear. Chorus. Sometime
Chorus. Music evolution change. Sometimes the common makes it sound strange. Add a little this, take out a little that. Then you'll come up with jazz called rap. Where it's at, bring it back. Be
Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm. Bebop converted in a hip hop form. (Repeat). Visions of a musical plateau. Thoughts fill my mind. So I draw back and take aim. Lyrical shots blast through t
Chorus. Black Monday. That's what this joint is all about. Black Monday. A million men strong without a doubt. Black Monday. It's not just a role that one plays. Black Monday. So we can have j
I know that I was not the one. To let my feelings show. In any way that mattered. The moment I felt. She might mean something to me. I would just run away. I felt that love was for the fool. Wo
Tell you 'bout the future. Of a heart that heals with time. Still I see in you. Someone I once know. Way back in the past. When my song had words. And the words were meant for you. Tell me when
'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose. Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find. My mind at journe
Chorus. Black Monday. That's what this joint is all about. Black Monday. A million men strong without a doubt. Black Monday. It's not just a role that one plays. Black Monday. So we can have j
Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm. Bebop converted in a hip hop form. (Repeat). Visions of a musical plateau. Thoughts fill my mind. So I draw back and take aim. Lyrical shots blast through t
I know that I was not the one. To let my feelings show. In any way that mattered. The moment I felt. She might mean something to me. I would just run away. I felt that love was for the fool. Wo
Tell you 'bout the future. Of a heart that heals with time. Still I see in you. Someone I once know. Way back in the past. When my song had words. And the words were meant for you. Tell me when
'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose. Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find. My mind at journe
