Lyrics:
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
She called me on the phone
She could tell by the sound of my voice
I was sitting home all alone
She said to me in a whispering tone:
Do you believe?
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do
They're really saying, I love you
I hear babies cry, I
the right noise
Can't stand none of you niggaz and none of you white boys
My men's is down to take the city, hands down
From the ropes to Pakis all the way
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
A gift for her schoolmate in her outstretched hand.
A menorah drawn in crayon, from a Gentile to a Jew
It read, "To Isaac, From Rebecca, I'm sorry this
a flame
No ones fault, no one we can blame
Can't deny you feel the same way too
And I tell you'll be always close at hand
When you feel you'll finally
re-arrange in a flash
Now for this cash they rape our lands strictly for wealth
It's left me stranded in a spiritual realm all by myself
Headed to mecca I
Old beatup suitcase on the platform a train ticket in my hand
And the train just arrivin' that'll take me as far as fourteen dollars can
But
it
You can't reply, ya can't lie, ya can't get by
Ain't shit funny with a blinded eye?
I find it I just wanna scream mutha fucka die
[Chorus] - 2X
baller
This ghetto baller wasn't puttin hands on you solos
Fuck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though
First, you dumb motherfucker, then
also on the faces of the people walking by
I see friends shaking hands saying
How do you do?
They're really saying I love you
I see babies cry, I
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
no it's not) not made by hand.
I've got a mother, sister, and a brother
Who have gone this way before.
I am determined to go and see them, Good
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
to lose face
But the rest warm their hands by the fireplace
Like at the dawn of time - people in dugouts and caves
No walls, no houses
In my empty
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Will we let ignorance and laziness
Bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
Standing barefoot, frozen bloody hands
His musket
Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see, it's getting late, oh, please don't hesitate
Put
growing dirtier by the day
Listening to the drone from the era constructing decay
Well the thrasher's still pounding
And who won't give a damn
About
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
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