Lyrics:
Over everyone
I hear the sound of sons and daughters
I see the old dream wild in young imagining
Young and old will dream
I hear the sound of earth
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
Tattoos and if that sounds
Like a whirlwind romance
Then you need to hear about the first time
He said ‘I love you’ "He told me
He loved me within a week
to use
Just to hear them say to me at some point son I'm proud of you
I ain't fin to go to school cause musics what I have to do
Always had an attitude
never make a sound
You'd think by now they'd realize
She'll never break her bayou ties
She's the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake
should not rule again
These yellow winged fiends only had a single plan
All they ever wanted was to take control of we land
Sons of Adam daughters of Eve
knees
And-uh the Lord-uh
Daughters and sons
Demonstrate your receipt of the gift of tongues
From you down by their feet colouring on the floors
to be found
Not a sound heard
All you feel is the blitz
Like you're swiggin off the Thunderbird
Vision's gettin blurry
And now you're in a hurry
To make
They were all sitting there crying and by that time
Grandma had got out of the car
She made her way across that dirt road and
She walked up to it
Fifty Harleys behind me, they all ready to slaughter
Drunk in front of my sons, drunk in front of my daughter
Spit, cuss, and I yell, it's like
hear your sons and daughters
I hear the sound of your rushing waters
I won't underestimate all of your grace God
Under all the hatred I have found
the world for you
Take every sound and rearrange your soul
In a way that lets you live forever
Inside your own soul
Is a man who doesn't feel at all
When was
never sold no crack in your city
That's retarded as hell
Ayo this kid a clown
I want y'all to hear my impersonation
Of how corny this nigga sound
and Queens Nations
We live by Faith and not by sight
We clap and sing for Jesus reigns
We are champions for the kingdom
We're sons and daughters of Zion
We're
true
Hopin' it do come soon
And then I'm gon' make my move
But still I'm not bulletproof
We could all sing the blues
We could all hear the news but
of a million sons
A million daughters from a hundred thousand guns
Not taught by our teachers
On our curriculum
Do you hear that thunder?
That's the sound
(nah)
Y'all my sons now, I'm looking for a daughter (daughter)
Ain't nothing for free, place your order (order)
I like up top niggas, New Yorkers (top
Roger Creager
They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all
with my baby
This turns to a slaughter
Hard for niggas wit daughters
Niggas wit daughters
Now when I fuck a broad
Man I hear my conscience
Saying WiLL E
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
within my mouth
And this I have to share with
Friends and strangers no doubt
I hear distant sound
And I write to what is found
I tongue is like a pen
blessed thing too much
It's a low-down life, but it ain't gonna pass me by
I don't care if the world don't ever hear
The sound of my name
And old mother
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