Lyrics:
the world of all its hate
Maybe you can be a pigeon that flies around
And shits all over peoples' places
Flying
As you shed the skins of all the things
friend the squid
Now everything's alright
Living by all the people who have died
To see what I see would surely make you cry
Sitting on the ocean
About what people say
Tell me the first thing you feel
After you close your eyes
Do you recognize
The voice that's been telling you all this time
He's
You're not blind, I know you see
But you just don't want to believe that the politicians lie
People have a right to vote for the ones
Who can afford
time
The answer is waiting for you
Every knee is gonna bow
And all the people will confess what Jesus Christ is all about
Here's the reason you
gon' shine
Come follow me, I'm tha man on east 1999
Five playaz show to introduce to you
Have a party, cheat me, everybody see that we humble people
So you stood there on the corner
With your suitcase in your hand
Ready to quit this place
There were just too many people
With too little left
surely will share
Some say it's not my scene
But I think someone's got to keep the house clean
A middle class working man, that's what I am
People like
people say
Take your hatred and go away
I'm getting sick of the news
Neo Nazis still hate Jews
How many blacks are in jail
How can we help but fail
I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook
here for half of the year
And I'm convinced that we are all about to crash into the sun.
I fell asleep on paper wings.
These people have no feelings
sticks to my shirt.
Eight people in a stinky van,
A couple more couldn't hurt.
Eat some food off the floor.
I've developed a taste for bread mold.
I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do, what to do, what to do
The outlook
the will to
pretend.
It's the feeling of fucking the people that we're loving that spurs us
onto endless sleepless nights,
And love will destroy us in
this big bad world we all must play our part
Should I go it alone, must I pretend
Will people around me ever lend a hand
Can I do anything I want to do
the finger there's three pointing back at you
How can all these people tell you, the way that you should go
When they can't even break out of the oldest
you wave your trophy high at
Everyone who passes by some people can't bear to
See you living happily had you guilt-tripped for
Years so much invested
Don't know how to take me
Don't know how I feel
Look around you
Do you see what I see
Other people think you try to
Make a fool of me
It seems
x 4]
[Arabian Prince:]
Seven days a week, he's on call
To get the party people up off the wall
You'll fell motivated as he operates
'Cause'
down to find ya
'Cause everybody in the momma snitches
Brothers and niggaz, and sisters that's called bitches
Damn! the same people that holler out
hold dear
Oh, by my side you walk and smile when people die
Your touch is cold as ice, you kiss the old and bite the young
You're Death!
But to bring
people scuffle in the admist of gun smoke
Peer pressure got me fuckin bitches at lunch
then we're shakin them stunts to get high, blaze a blunt
Just
as the death rate increases [I feel for you son]
Life the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya niggas]
Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace
all those who didn't
Distorted spine
Swollen face
When you walk
You're a big disgrace
Repulsive man
Are you evil?
The people kill you
And they think it's right
Now it's
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