Lyrics:
we in the inner-city and
Those struggling in the suburban
Ghettos may not
Realize it yet, but make no mistake
The people who control the
Technology
the 12th led by the one
We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
Yet the sound of war-cry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
On our way, to where, to who
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
A wonderful world by every view
Mother Goose knows the score
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
idiotic decisions,
Who kicked us out of the soft subjects' for trying to be better,
And my university who promised me I could,
And those boys who stick
A thousand generations falling down in worship
To sing the song of ages to the Lamb
And all who've gone before us and all who will believe
Will
I been flying
By Myself
Changing climates
By myself
I’m a party I’m a crowd its a riot
By myself
I been through trials
By myself
A thousand miles
By
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
But we’ll never be ashamed, what we do
Cuz we love who we love and we don’t give a
CHORUS:
I’d rather laugh with the sinners
Than cry with the saints
forget em baby never budge
Believe me I done seen it I just need judge
I give the world to those who feel like I mean that to them
I had the world up on my
of self doubt
When I was stuck in a slump
Who could I trust to help now?
But now they look to me for advice
As if I'm no longer the one
That's never
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a seed
You sought him out
Who would have said
That Rehab the harlot
Will become the grandmother Of God
Your faithfulness from Generation to generation
yellow, black and white,
Who'll never ever give up the fight
We are the New Americans
Who vote and buy it, make the choice
And speak for those without
to the bloodied up and torn
Reminding the future generations of what happens to those who won't conform
Hear the thousands of boots as they're coming for you
way
Speed off the Brooklyn bridge before I catch a cold case
Realize I'm the voice for those who do not have a voice
So I voice my fucking voice, I
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Just one of those days
Just one of those days
Dry cry even tells
Even my heart cries but who cares
Who's fault no one but myself
Things do happen words
the world shook
I mean he's so good
Show me a God who is better than this and clever than this
He's made the world so perfect like this
He is the Lord over
Art-hounds look like nothing
So art-hounds write something
And those that do are judged by those
Who tried and found they couldn't do
Art-hounds see
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
hip hoppers,
Who come to all of our shows, and represent proper,
Turning to those who understand what thousand foot do,
Cause it ain't entirely easy,
of those on whom You have bestowed Your Grace; not the way of those who have earned Your anger, nor of those who went astray
I seek refuge in Allah,
For those about to die we salute you
For those of about to cry we love you
For those of us who live in fear
Of Happy Christmas and New Year
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