Lyrics:
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
work, but this work was mine
My land and my name were at stake
After all, generations of hard working folks have dreamt of what I can now taste
I built
effectively amongst the general public. Recently freed black people wanted very little except for the chance to work to earn for themselves. Few demanded land
At what point did poor European people that used to rebel
Against the ones that forced them to work land
They didn't own and die with nothing
owns the people's homes
and all the surrounding land
Buying and selling their humble dwelling
in the name of the Master Plan
'cause paper money is like
the sweetness of your years
By and by we'll all learn the taste of tears.
Open your eyes my growing son
There is hard work to be done
Follow your father to his
of progress
Land and riches grew
A country built with blood sweat and tears
By forbears for me and you
They planted the seeds of our land
To reap and make
Welcome to the land of the men and the snakes
Where the wars last forever and the futures so blake
So close to heaven yet these fools are so far
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If
runnin out
Precious time is a grain of sand
Ignored by the hand
(Work hard man everyday)
Work hard man everyday (for who?)
For another man's plan
Man
understand
Never ever gonna give up
Don't give up
Stand your grounds yeah yeah
Am not gonna give up
What is main to be forever will be
We garra work and trust
mischief in the land causing corruption
That which is left by Allah for you after giving the rights of the people
Is better for you if you are believers
men
To the raised by next-of-kin
In the cause of freedom and shame
In the cause of freedom and game
From the no book' rules
To the raggly public
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
inside
Those lands are conquered by an ancient darkness
That plagues mankind since dawn of time
Only the warriors who are stronger than themselves
Ever
Biggs, Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up,
the morning light the water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage the Ponderosa ranch
Day by day work
A young sailor saw land said, "We isn't far"
Columbus lies said he saw it the evening before
They touched ground, they were greeted by the
Columbus had
Got a maid from the lands of north
A wife from lands so strange
The work of gods was at last replaced
By days and nights of men
She wakes beside me
Muley and little Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats, Tom,
They've been tractored out by the cats."
Then Tom he walked
sore nose
"Is this your handywork?"
As the green particles from the men's toilet
Land on your fuckin' shirt
I keep out of it
I keep out of it
I
The plowman is broad as the back
Of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track
Of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures
More than
the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,
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