-CROW$WORD- ''The Equasion''

- Grand Mastah -CROW$WORD- [Forever Flyin' since 1984] What if I died today Would you find the way Where the few of us could stay When there's nothing left to say Will You go out again to "play" Wicked games that casually slay Whereas this be enough, it might be our shelter's bay White, immaculate & this undispensible portray Well of a sovereign warden's one display We, from hovering gardens that fade into the grey Winter afternoons that guard the ashes off the tray What if I'd died today Who would be your neck's black sheep to victimize their "they" Whatever's good & she relaxed her next bad creep 2 intimize a rare "nay" Woe unto Thee as the Crow begun to flee tha's no reason 4 you to lay Wednesday long forgotten like a trotten hike per se Welcome a song not gotten like alotta snow on tray What if I will die today Which month will bring my funeral - this August or next May We're still not thàt entangled & I'm mangled up, okay?