Old Devil Moon - Miles Davis

I look at you and suddenly Something in your eyes I see Soon begin bewitching me It's that old devil moon That you stole from the sky It's that old devil moon in your eyes You and your glance make this romance too hot to handle Stars in the night blazin' their light can't hold a candle To your razzle dazzle You've got me flyin' high and wide On a magic carpet ride Full of butterflies inside I wanna cry Wanna croon Got to laugh like a loon It's that old devil moon in your eyes Just when I think I'm - I'm as free as a dove Old devil moon deep in your eyes Blinds me with love It blinds me with love It's got me runnin' circles I wanna cry Wanna croon Wanna laugh like a loon It's that old devil moon deep in your eyes Just when I think I'm - I'm as free as a dove Old devil moon deep in your eyes Blinds me with love It blinds me with love Old Devil Moon You devil moon Old Devil Moon...

Devil Devil Turn on the television Don't gotta think for nothing I pay the cable bill monthly, so they can do it for me Load up on information Don't gotta filter nothing I like my stories in propaganda-form every morning I wash it down with water Don't need no dirty money Don't gotta live no scandal Elected, law-making politicians have got it handled They sell you corporatism And wrap it up in freedom I like to keep my God close, but the Devil closer And he's at the door And he's got something to prove Because he ain't got a job to do And it's true That he made us believe he wasn't there Until you Who wrote the storybooks Pinned all the world's destruction on the most upsetting word that you could find Devil Devil I got a bad addiction Prescribe me medication All of the nurses and doctors say I'm exaggerating They think I'm power-stricken Don't know communication They want something entertaining, don't wanna keep them waiting Here comes the show No more anticipation Ain't gotta show no patience I'm just a canvas reflecting back what your system's painting Can't take away my pistol Can't take my ammunition I like to keep Jesus close, but my demons closer And they've got the floor And they've got something to prove Because they ain't got a job to do And it's true That they made us believe they weren't there Until you Who wrote the storybooks Pinned all the world's destruction on the most upsetting word They say the Devil looks like you I hear the Devil's an American They say, they say he's a real smooth talker Real put together And I hear he might make a run for office (Devil) And I think you all know who's gonna support him I just don't know if they know it yet (Devil) 'Cause I don't think they realize that they're the Devil (devil)

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto