A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.
Talib KweliI ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.
Talib KweliA flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.
Talib KweliI ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.
Talib Kweli