Lyrics:
the impossible load
While our leaders weep by the side of the road
We've been dreaming so long
We've been taken so far from where we belong
We the people
refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink 'cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach
So listen up
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
Creation falls to madness, raped by political thieves.
Nations Cast to Fires, policy dictated by greed.
Embrace false justice, designed to ease
somewhere
Waving over the land of hero's brave and true
In this war with it's mad schemes of destruction
Of our country fair and our sweet liberty
By
Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
But users, cheaters, six time losers hand around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin'
next to me
The blanket sheets, I'll take them all and keep you warm
Yeah and I teach her that we were the preachers of love
You be the leader, I could
just like you
Well I just gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
(Like you)
I was created by God but I ain't wanna be like Him,
I wanna be Him
The Jack
But users, cheaters, six time losers hand around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin'
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
go Johnny go, go;
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny B. Goode.
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit up in the trees by
Fighting the dragon
Forward mount zion
I and I a true born African
Leaders of our civilisation
This ya spiritual manifestations
Guided by the mighty fathers
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
In many a time, in many a land,
With many a gun in many a hand,
They came by the night, they came by the day,
Came with their guns to take us away
for two thousand
What is that called? (Upselling)
Alright now, me, as your leader, as your father
The person who's supposed your best interest
If I
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
for)
How much money I make how many records I sale
(Cause that don?t define me)
How can I teach my son to be a leader if I?m always following?
(That?s
crew
Philly, soda pop
I'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
One, two, one two three and
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
I'm a rock star,
I'm a dealer,
I'm a servant,
I'm a leader,
I'm a savior,
I'm a sinner,
I'm a killer,
I'll be anything you want me to be
Silent
one by one
When leaders profit from deep divisions
When the tears of friends remain unsung
In times like these it’s good to remember
These times will
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