1985 Pt. 2 (Black Flowers)

Wolves start howling

Wolves start howling

The Shahmen

Look what has risen out the bad patch

Shell cracked be the last of the batch to hatch

I'm here to blaze with my last bag and last match

And feel the fade, then I have to get my bags packed

I'm out for days on my way and a thousand pass

There's no way to count up years with an hourglass

So I don't ever watch the clock while the hours pass

I'm busy chiselin' this rock, flippin' knots of cash

Two pounds of grass and a couple different blocks of hash

A home studio, a couch and a spot to crash

And I be diggin' in the mountain where the fountain's at

You think you found it, but I'm bound to bring the power back

I did my studies and I never pulled the coward act

I'm feelin' lovely but some loves didn't ever last

Still not for nothin', a couple drugs left a sour flash

You seen my mug?

It would probably turn the flowers black

But every step they would reach from the ground to catch

My heels and my ankles as I wrangle past

Doin' the tango with destiny's sexy ass

Feelin' the strangle of the danger right upon my back

(The Shahmen) But I maintain though

With the fate right upon my grasp

It's BLS right there on that