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The Best of Simple Minds (Simple Minds) · The Best of Simple Minds (Simple Minds) · The Best of Simple Minds (Simple Minds) · World Chill: Laid-Back Grooves for Global Minds (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Old Hands, Young Minds (Brian Lemon) · Enquiring Minds, Vol. 2: The Soap Opera [Clean] (Gangsta Boo) · Bodies and Minds (Great Lake Swimmers) · Suspicious Minds (The Ethiopians) · Two Minds (Nero) · Violence in Our Minds (The Last Resort) – and 90 other albums »


From the album the hurdy gurdy man

Peregrine falcon hooded and flying
Whither you go blindly over the mountain.
Oh your boats upon the sea are very
comes from years of practice 

Anti-slackness anti-wackness 

Throw on the glasses and teach the masses 

Very simple the question I ask is 

How
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black Album ending
We're all the same There, by your side, I will be And life is just a simple game When this crazy world is free When it finds out Exactly what we're meant
(Ah- Ah) I scream to the world 
Bow Your Heads 

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
A leader will rise from the east who speaks of a new breed 
A seed in
To build all them young minds

Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin one at a time
To save another brother whose life
live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor, a rebel in his own mind
Supporter of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who
don't mind
It takes a lotta spine
To build all them young minds

Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time
Album what? we just makin' one
and proud kickin' live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor, a rebel in his own mind
Supporter of my rhyme
Designed to scatter
Fall from your mind to your mouth.
Can I take you home?

Am I second guessing?
Am I asking too much?
One simple word will set the record straight.
from nailing his thumb

When they're beset and besieged
The folk not noblessly obliged
However do they manage to shed their weary lot?
Oh, what do simple
With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic 
The mouth gets kinetically energetic its simple as your alphabetics 
My words you mark
The hippy killers
Busted refuse from broken homes
Pocked flesh and malacious bones
Creatures sustained by desire, heart, and soul
Nothing to leave
these remains I've left to rot will be resurrected again and again 
by the next generation of children who want to change minds 
with the stain on hand.
to orchestrate the next great
And create, contemplate the world`s fate P.R. the heavyweight
Put these thoughts in ya mind while we on the topic
You can tell I`m
baby

The way this goes down is simple, from this day forth
Anything to deal with rap, stay off
It's just the players, no pay offs, strictly skills
sheet 
By this microphone, by this microphone 
I think the rock 'n roll girls 
In this world want apologies, want apologies 

I read this stuff, but
Simple fact is that we are all eventually going to die 
One day you're feeling fine the next day you might lose your fucking mind 
So while you've got
roll up in the club and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm
With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic
The mouth gets kinetically energetic, its simple as your alphabetics
My words you mark and never
You're the world to me

It was the very next day that I came alive
The door flung open
There was a vision
Couldn't believe my eyes
Everyone immortal
With a wave of a hand
Create a land and be a sage
A world to invent
At the dawn of a new age
With a wave of a hand
Deviner of the next page
As time goes by
You will see
That we're going to be free
You and me, we'll touch the sky
Can't you see in your mind's eye
That we are one, we're
the street
The Choctaw gave us the word "okay";
"vamose" is a word from Mexico way
And all of this is a hint I suspect of what comes next

I think that