too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it
rap artists coming half-hearted Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets Where were you the day hip-hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late
fear and no love, no faith in God above It was truth it was lies, the searing burning kind It was random it was fate, too soon and too late Had this
my worry, tell me something to calm me down Tell me something to prove your story, a shot of sodium pentathol Tell me something that's not too late to
What is it? I remember being alive In the cold northern cities I didn't need to think if I were interested Eight-thirty wasn't too late And I look
is the seduction; "I envy your fate" -The opportunity of reflection, "Isn't for me to see" -The philosophy is not for rejection, "It appears too late" -
mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing . . . (He places the veil on her head) Pity comes too late - turn around and face your fate: an eternity of
DOMINATES WHO? WHO DOMINATES YOU? Robots spit an image of you and me Robots of equal value to humanity Mankinds reflected image heading to eternal
t too late" But I guess you can't change your "fate" It's sold, lost and foretold So die my friend Yeah, burn, baby, burn! We're the aces reflecting
decembers till here by starlight we begin to remember that in the very end the message christmas is sending is that it is never too late to change
since I existed Perhaps I acted rash, I should have done what they insisted I resisted, twisted thoughts ran wild I was too mad to be mild, I was too
Reflection... [x6] [Talib Kweli:] Yeah... so we got this tune called "Four Women" right Originally it was by Nina Simone, and uh She said it was inspired
