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Albums:

Walk Idiot Walk [Enhanced] (The Hives) · Son of Walk That Walk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk How We Walk (Big Inf) · Powerful Stuff/Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk Don't Run/Walk, Don't Run, Vol. 2 (The Ventures) · Walk That Walk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Powerful Stuff/Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk the Walk...Talk the Talk (HeadCat) · Walk It Off [Japan Bonus Track] (Tapes 'n Tapes) – and 90 other albums »


Damn it's you again how am I supposedly supposed to interpret thhis wihtout feeling guilty a homes not comdemned until it's fallen or stolen by locks
around
By the skin of your teeth
Writing us off in invisible ink

You can still find me
Between devils and deep blue seas
In the desert's hands
The rich have stolen and buy and sell our earth
But it belongs to NO ONE-or to all by right of birth

TAKE BACK THE LAND, TAKE BACK THE LAND
TAKE BACK
on to each other and walk side by side
There's no battle on earth we can't win together 

From a father to a daughter
From a mother to a son
Let their
Like I'm in a dark forest that's illuminated by my soul
Like a Phoenix from the Earth watch me take flight
The world's in color when I walk it's all in
- ehm - and not come off the beat
Oh yeah, be ??? without shootin at the earth
Even be gold, and not have any worth
You can beat beef, and don't need
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
the scrolls
Then months later it was, then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old formula
That was stolen by a new thief

The journalist watched it,
a moan
The night is dark and feel fear
You're lost, cold and confused
But I'm in prayers
Afraid of a beast that stalked the earth
You're bringing
ends
And you blindly go through life
Judging only by what its worth
Just try not to forget
That the meek inherit earth

Everyone plays the hand they're
I just stood there watching you
As you took off my ring
Then you gently put it in my hand
I guess I knew there's someone else
You rather spend
walk by
I had to stop, you blew my high
A real angel bringing back to earth
can't knock me off my throne
Im on my shit, cuz septic tanks
I don’t give a fuck what set you claim
Just get yo money let the bullshit walk
Ima get
the scrolls
Then months later it was, then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old formula
That was stolen by a new thief

The journalist watched it,
And they bang on your gate

And they walk on your doormat
With wet muddy shoes
And now and then the lights go out
'Cause they've stolen the fuse
Let us turn our backs on this world of ease
Let us turn our backs and walk away
Let us close our eyes to the glory of the machine

Let us close
When you're lying on your back under the foot of brutality
And gagging on the stockpile of junk
Left by past generations and apathetic mentality
me that's Tariq from off the street around my Grams
I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams
I tried to walk away but he
I was raised off Rural Route Three, 
Out past where the black top ends.
We'd walk to Church on Sunday mornings,
Race barefoot back to Johnson's
The windows cracked on the Chevrolet
My cigarettes in the ash tray
The engines off and the radio's, down
So nervous my whole body shakes
The parking
the earth's pain, I feel the earth's pain
I see the powers of manipulation and I pass away
I see the sleep walkers who walks asleep doing it again

I watch how
eyes
A place for me for me to die
Walk off the edge of the earth
Slow death without a single sound
Ashes in the wind
I hope my body's never found
get them by
Or through me
See how wrong, wrong you can be

My honey bee
Why are you flyin' so far from me

She keeps her hands so free
And walks
both my coats are ripped and I can't seem to decide on clothes that fit,
Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, I'm wondering if it'll all be worth
and they read
but their cold hearts say, "follow me"

Dance in the dust
in the frenzy of the desperately in need
led by the voices of the men
who