Letras:
All For Strings Violin

wind Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandanna Like a one eyed Cheshire, like a diamond eye jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle To

Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin Before you pluck the strings of my violin My life is orchestrated, like London symphony Concentrated,

and your violin I was walking by with my guitar in my hand You smiled at me and I jumped right in Before I knew it you were all I knew Every moment

dance Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre In the midnight hour The dead perform a dance Peasants, nobles or kings Like puppets on a string Dance they all

fit In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone I take this more serious than just a poem Rockin' party to party, backyard to yard Now tear it up, y'all and bless the mic for

hear those sad violins playing softly just for me And their crying strings just fit the mood I'm in I don't hear the happy fiddles that used to play for

Love was like a violin, playing soft and low In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed

down across the river So cold, the fishermen cry She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence Till my bare nerves, they sing Like the strings of a violin

a poem Rockin' party to party, backyard to yard Now tear it up, y'all and bless the mic for the Gods The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp I can swing off anything even a string