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to fall.

Now the sun is rising in the east
Looking for my golden fleece.
Iv'ry skin
Scarlet colour deep
Lips that burn but do not speak.

Three
on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of a
Soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
di youth dem hungry inna di streetss o a food we hafi find, 
YU KNO

[Verse 1]
Sarg, dem a look fa we, theplace a run red now
Jamaicans lif up yu nine,
di youth dem hungry inna di streetss o a food we hafi find, 
YU KNO

[Verse 1]
Sarg, dem a look fa we, theplace a run red now
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
They took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
And arrows and a paragraph on the back
the following cammand

Poke eighthundredandfiftyeight
One and two
Three and four.
Pressing the backspace indicator

touch one of the red function keys

Select
This record goes out to all you fake ass, 
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. 
Put on a suit and tie
this all the time at the past, no doubt about that
A 1969 vintage bottle of red wine in my hand
Who is that by the checkstand?
With the tall brown tan
And when I saw the little children sing
Their mouths were red and sad
(theeir lipsticksealed smiles)
And in their minds they hold and hope some
gave my last gold tooth 'n gold nugget to get my dick sucked 

3 days out on the frontier
And I'd kill for a cheap whore and a barrel of cold beer 
I
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
personnel)

Tracer bullets can ignite.
The path of the bullet is indicated, by a red flame.
Eight B incendiary cartridges are used to ignite fuel,
And don't slip up
It's way too late when the bodybags zip up
Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up
You live by the gun but you'll die by that
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
Can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with
Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe, I pull the lid
Her touch tickles, especially when
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
the window,
Seeing it, but not being touched by it.

(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it.
We never asked for war,
hands that wave 
Double edged-sharp 
Take part and start the flow of the colour red 
Old man Prev, an omen, a legend 
Beats are produced by my
the room
Repercussions occur when you try and snitch
Red light, green light
One, two, three
Look mean, got my machine
Cried and hit you, please
Say shake
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
Hey in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
Respected in the field by them soldiers who really do it
I'm on the frontline, moral for the troops
Makin' niggas lace their boots, and hit they mark when
Merry ain't in my vocabulary
No sleigh bells
No Santa Claus
No yule log
No tinsel
No holly
Ho hearth
No

'Rudolph the red nosed reindeer'