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Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash [Expanded Edition] (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Crosby, Stills & Nash (Crosby, Stills & Nash) · Still Stills: The Best of Stephen Stills (Stephen Stills) · Stills/Illegal Stills/Thoroughfare Gap (Stephen Stills) · Graham Nash/David Crosby (David Crosby) · Crosby & Nash (Graham Nash) · Graham Nash/David Crosby (Graham Nash) – and 90 other albums »


of a man.
Yeah?
Picture this if you can
Okay, I'll try...
Bead jobs
Knotted nylons
Bamboo canes
Three unreleased recordings of crosby, stills, nash & young
your children to bang the drum 
Tell all your family, tell all your friends 
Teach your brothers to avenge 

It carries on 

Or you could love
You
what you teach the little children 
Make sure a nuh something to hurt them 
Mind what yuh say to mi sista 
She could be the next Prime Minister 
(I say)
for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we scrifice our children
To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday
And teach them
what happens an your block
Just treat your women right and hold em at the top
Gotta raise these kids and teach em, never don't ya stop
You ain't no
on the television. 
Women and children dying in the street 
And we're still at it in our own place. 
Still trying to reach the future through the past. 
Still
without much discipline
Raise your fist but also raise your children
So when you die the movement moves on
Coz with no revolution, ain't no future in
than what happens an your block
Just treat your women right and hold em at the top
Gotta raise these kids and teach em, never don't ya stop
You ain't no
And poisoned words upon their tongues
All the Devil's Men
Hear the children scream

For they shall teach them Christian values
Put monsters in their dreams
without much discipline
Raise your fist but also raise your children
So when you die the movement moves on
Coz with no revolution, ain't no future in
a chance
Cause every song they played 
Was the cha, cha, cha.

I told her not to worry, 
There's still one thing we can do,
Let me take you by your
recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting in the dressing-room of the Fillmore East! Why, 'n enchilada wrapped with pickle sauce shook up and down
That'll really stimulate your mind
(Talk about gettin' high)

There are so many things you never showed me
There are too many things you let slip by
Salvador

If you took the little lady for a moonlight drive
Odds are still good you'd come back alive
But everyone is innocent until they arrive
In El
Salvador

If you took the little lady for a moonlight drive
Odds are still good you'd come back alive
But everyone is innocent until they arrive
In El
on Judgment Day
Walking into battle with the Lord
Teach the children how to pray
Walking into battle with the Lord
Faithful, blind, we all believe
Walking
teach you how
P is a prophet, a pastor, a preacher
With undisputable logic for blasting through your speaker now
I'm tyng to learn your monk ass, I'm
the way your world can alter
And oh how you try to command it all still
Every single time it all shifts one way or the other

And I'm a goddamn coward,
No way our holy flag is gonna fall

Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
That I might reach
Straight for your throat

This is madness
Will we
the hate that keeps us blind, from the hands that hit and feed!
Children teach each other pain - hour by hour they're learning it. 
Dreamers in the wheel
your world can alter
And oh how you try to command it all still
Every single time it all shifts one way or the other

And I'm a goddamn coward, but then
the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
I write the 

Chords of research don't just take it for granted 
When I'm gone my mind remains a planet 
If I keep buildin, and teach the children
Or turning coke into crack for resale
But I do know if we fail
In 2020 our children by the million gonna be jailed
We got the victory over the streets
God