Besedila:
Mask

the streets and camouflage my identity My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask My crew in the Jersey wear the mask Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask Yeah, everybody wear da mask

The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake My house is very beautiful at night

The heroine stood up on the deck The ship was out of control The bow was being ripped to shreds Men were fighting down below The sea had pummeled the

cannot be controlled Spit upon his face and scream There's no Oedipus today This is no play you're thinking you are in What will you say Take the blue mask

I love women, I think they're great They're a solace to a world in a terrible state They're a blessing to the eyes, a balm to the soul What a nightmare

some fun With our ski mask and hand guns Driving fast cars to the sun We'll be blind but we'll die young We were wild when we were young With our ski mask

And I'm riding till my life is through and mashing for my dreams Click clack up, I'm mashing for my team bitch back up Ya, yo, we outta mask up and hit

my most distinguished fragment of an untold story born by shunning the opportunity. The ashes of charred intentions are my lone remnants of yesterdays. If I wore a mask

To keep me side and strong To make the horror strong To wear a mask To have a mask To have a mask Every time I turn around I feel like shit Help me