It Didn't Feel Like the End of the World - Postindustrial Poets

It's the way of the world, sadly Lovers choose their lovers, badly Oh, I should've asked for one more minute, one more minute next to you But I never had the courage, I couldn't talk when you moved So I choked and stretched my bones, to the point of bleeding And you're moving on, moving on, moving on But tell me, what was I supposed to do? A done deal decided and I signed it too At least the end of the world is quite the view It's thе way of the world, sadly Lovers choose thеir lovers, badly But tell me, do you look at her when she gives you her body? Do you grab her head with both hands? Do you let love thrive, do you let love thrive? Are you soaked and drenched in gold, in your bed, in the morning? Do you beg her for one more minute, one minute more? But tell me, what was I supposed to do? A done deal decided and I signed it too At least the end of the world is quite the view A done deal decided and I signed it too At least the end of the world is quite the view But tell me, do I ever cross your mind? Are you proud of how you survived? She puts her head on your shoulder And I see the way your eyes linger But tell me why it seems so different with her?

I never want to go away again I just can't face one more goodbye I need more pills and drink to kill the pain It hurts too much each time you cry Out here I try my best to occupy My mind with things that I should do But in my heart and soul I recognize There's nothing I want more than you When I see your face I feel my heart exploding An empty space All my contempt and loathing Has been replaced With a keen sense of knowing When I see your face When I see your face I miss you so much, I can't think straight I miss you so much, I can't sleep When I get home, I'm never leaving again I'm yours and I'll be yours to keep When I see your face I feel my heart exploding An empty space All my contempt and loathing Has been replaced With a keen sense of knowing When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face

Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and? profiles?? Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner