Текст Willow Smith – 8

So, hum…
Take the money, take the fame
All I want is truth
You talk their language

You walk the streets aimlessly
The density is rain
The thoughts you think just cause you pain
And don’t make you more free
What to do? Woe is you?
What to do? Who are you?

You criticize behind those eyes
No hatred you’re just jealous
Your subconscious is not conscious
To poison your ingestin’
Woe is you?
Who are you?
It’s your choice
Just make the move

Burning bridges
Burning bridges
Posies all fall down
Now consciousness is all there is and nothingness as well
What are we?
What to see?

What are we?
And who are you?
Did we just go
Down the drain?
And I just go with my flow
Cause rollin’ circles
Rollin’ circles
Rollin’ circles
The pavement seems too cold
And now my feet turn purple
(Hey, Willow? What?)

Take the money, take the fame
All I want is truth
You talk their language
Play their games
Did you forget about
Who you were?
In the stars
Lets go back home
This Earth is hard
This Earth is all up in the stars
The Ursa’s hungry he’s
Just lookin’ for a brotha
To get started

Burning bridges
Burning bridges
We just fallin’ down
Our consciousness is nothingness
And nothingness is well
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Where is me?
Where is I?
There’s no «I»
It’s just all