Palimpsest
by Ja rule
Winter weather is not my soul
But the biding for spring...
But the biding for spring...
Why’s everybody looking at me
Like there’s something fundamentally wrong
Like I’m a southern bird
That stayed north too long
Like there’s something fundamentally wrong
Like I’m a southern bird
That stayed north too long
Winter exposes the nests
And I’m gone
And I’m gone