Lyrics:
trynna escape pain, running till they make it
Trynna hold onto the children and the basket that they came with
And even at the border they get stop they
blindsided me
Bloodied my face, but left me my feet
To run away from the place that I keep
Learning the bittersweet taste of defeat
Oh, can't stop running
Oh,
only what we do with today
So let's live, let's love, let's work, let's play we all can't run away
Ooh what are we gonna do
Save our city for
am gonna write my own
Creed life
Verse 2
Materials walk away
They are not worth your freedom
The money comes and goes
You're selling your freedom
and turning nights are over
I don't even feel a touch of blues
Once more I can see the sun a shining
Shining though I know I'm over you
So don't think it ain't
is changing
I think I'd like to be alone with you
I'm not running away the way they do
I'm not running away
I'm not running away unless you are too
I
love
And washed away my sins with blood Look at what it is, not what it was
Perfectly imperfect children Brought to grace by his forgiveness
Don't
bitches? Or are we really screwed
We are little children we can’t handle news
Beer stock drops and are we scared of booze?
Human experiment, stock upon
by fathers you never knew
No more quests
No more feelings
Time to shut the door
Just-no more
Running away-let's do it
Free from the ties that
I don't know what's going on
Russian army dropping bombs
Ukrainians are running
With their children in their arms
Screams of terror fill the air
the liberation of Mozambique
The children of the old man O.R Tambo
The Luthuli detachment
Those who fought at Wankie
Led by Chris Hani
Rattling the AK47 on their
Didn't feel the change
But seventeen seems to far away
I wish we could go back to when we were children
Running in circles in glass houses
I wish we
make-believe
And our children do not need to grow up in a make-believe world
You need to tell them the truth
And help make them feel proud of who they are
children (ooh) that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, oh by jingo
children (ooh) that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, oh by jingo
the rain
Naked in the rain
Two children
Guns loaded
Take aim and blow all the dreams away
Too late for anything better to say
Hey are we just crazy
the rain
Naked in the rain
Two children
Guns loaded
Take aim and blow all the dreams away
Too late for anything better to say
Hey are we just crazy
the rain
Naked in the rain
Two children
Guns loaded
Take aim and blow all the dreams away
Too late for anything better to say
Hey are we just crazy
I feel like I want it
But sometimes I think I don’t
Wake up early morning
Smelling breakfast on the stove
Hear my children running
As the sun creep
being a child
Dancing, singing, running wild
The gifts abused are not to stay
They slowly fade and slip away
I stand here
At the window looking outside
Over the blood
That was spilled when the
kings of the old times were one
Cause She's sick of the way that we take away all of her
These are
Styles are free but I prefer typing
Molding to your friends cause they hyping
You the type to talk but they fighting
Running away from pain you felt today
the blame, for the sake of my name
Our blood on your hands, running hot in my veins
They say "Do yourself well and stay away from your family" what?
Build
Watch this
None shall escape on Jah judgment day
And they will never get away
Babylon your days are expired
It's time to burn you right away
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