Lyrics:
Italy this was the Etruscan civilization
A vanished culture whose achievements set the stage
Not only for the development of ancient Roman art and culture
time to respect the Nubian
flag of a people, fightin every day
for their own say, so children can go out to play
And stray from the tyranny, while blood
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
Divided us by culture, we just had to do the math
Times getting & my people down bad
Made it through the storm, hard times don't last
It is what it is & we
of culture is feeding us
I want a better life for my family and for my children
But it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my
suffer culture shock
Surrounded by conflict and continual expression of displeasure
Contradiction stimulating stress
Dwelling in a facade of optimism
Can you tell us about love?
Hmm, well, there's love of children
Love of self
Love of God
Love of a partner
And all of them have a different
Can you tell us about love?
Hmm, well, there's love of children
Love of self
Love of God
Love of a partner
And all of them have a different
we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, so quick, this could
to the womb
day by day - from birth
Page by page - the script we enact
To an unsound story of conquest and glory
By a culture about to collapse
Blood flows
pay my taxes for what?
So you can keep livin' off free government assistance?
Food stamps for your children, but you're still tryna sell 'em
For some
for him and all
Who stand against what they believe
Who oppose our culture's fall
They sacrifice the children
For their riotous red dawn
And crucify
subdued to be faced with guilt
I know what he's doing, and I feel so stupid
It's the spawn of greed, in the heart of thieves
Where the culture leaves, I can
enslaved, raped, robbed, and persecuted. To the men, women, and children who died, in their struggle to live, never to be forgotten, Reuven ben Menachum yo
To him oh shame, they're children, piteous babes
They slay their blood, they poured out in his name
With wailing cries and tears and rue
Called
Go
Can't afford to buy lunch, but can afford to eat a bullet
Lying in the hallway, taste of lead fills my gullet
Celebrate your sweet sixteen
By
Truest to the culture true is how I feel
Time is of the essence mother, know the deal
Yo, we stole the tape recorder man just to be involved
Eight oh
Sitting here I
Contemplating how life passed us by
Lost in migration
Children Windrush Generation
Nothing more they can do
Old die way to new
More
for their country and their lives and to eradicate fascism.
Children dying of cancer have courage beyond words as does anyone battling cancer and still
and yellow men, junkies in popularity
Culture so independent, vultures scavenge reality
Past feeling depravity to kings social cavity
Prey on human ignorance,
a sister
'Cause I know she don't know, I quote
Her brains retrained
By a 24 inch remote
Revolution a solution
For all of our children
But her children
of manipulating sounds and creating new music, sound effects, mixes and other creative sounds and beats
Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross
of manipulating sounds and creating new music, sound effects, mixes and other creative sounds and beats
Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
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