Lupe Fiasco - Streets On Fire

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The stars are aligned

& the pack is colliding

& the plan is arriving

& the streets out there smiling

& the fear is upon us

The skies tried to warn us

Your parents are goners

No children to mourn &

It's driving me crazy

This war is my lady

These bombs are our babies

& GOD is amazing

The tick of the timer

The slip of your rival

The pimps and the rise of

Your balls, where you'll find her

Hey hey

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night

Disease the virus is spreading in all directions

No safe zone no cure and no protection

No symptons to find or signs of an infection

No vaccines remedies and no corrections

Quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections

Don't let em in not a friend not a reflection

Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and

Don't accept em if you wanna stay that's an exception

Appeal

The Heal

The Ill of this

Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence

Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance

Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance

The poor say the rich have the cure

The rich say the poor aren't the source

Revolutionaries say it's psychological war

Invented by the press

Just to have something to report

Some say the first case came from a maternity war

Some say a morgue some say the skies some say the floor

Whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores

And everybody is sure

The scientists said it only infects the mind

The little boy said it only infects the girls

The Preacher man said it's gonna kill off the soul

A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night

Believe some say the neon signs

Might allow speakers repeatin

And everything is fine

A suttle silence

To demolish the troubled conscious

Of a compass with no knowledge

And every freedom denied

Every dream is designed and broadcasted

From the masters to the masses

From the antennas on top of the shrines

As far as the receiving planet during a panic is shorted

It reports back everything in your mind

Everything is lying

Everything is dying

Everything is a rule

And everything is a crime

Everything was healed

And everything rewinds

And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line

And she likes it

And she loves it

The savage

The madness

The bad shit

The lavish

The fastness

To clashes the ashes

To ashes everything in to twine

My fend fatale my darling fongoling angel

Once caught her changing her batteries in her halo

Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for

And the address to the factory where they made those

The scientist says she all inside mind

The little boy said "What happened to all the girls? "

The preacher man says she gonna kill off the souls

The dope boy said it's the whole wide world

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers

Streets

Are

On

Fire

To-

Night