Lyrics:
That's what we're here for (you better believe it)
And so we love (that's right)
Written by Claude Kelly (BMI) and Charles Harmon (BMI)
strong and mighty
People are dying of hunger
The world is full of misery
Where is love in Africa, where is peace in our land
Sikelela Somandla
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
prosperity through hard work or innovation
Today it seems we make the mistake
Of forgetting U.S constitution rights are based
Not by religion, wealth and not
we gonna make it
R. Kelly with the piss, I ain't missin
Cookin in the kitchen, where the dishes?
Coz I'm about to feed the people wimme
They got me
loves him and with her he feels at home
But then he feels a burning
Temptations are returning
Quick, he thought, a Bible
He tries and finally finds one
chocolate
Cici's my name (uh)
Love is my game (yup)
Blue and green's my color
I stay reppin' my team (ooh-ooh)
My girls in every shade
Mhm, we put
many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?
Ah Ah Ah Ah
This is
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go 'round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion?
Well, this is the world we
to the scattered sun"
Human's powers are subdued by another king
Not the love
Now that people say
Waiting for the sun, waiting for the sun
Some might say "Take me
The brows are arched of the mews across the street
By a pale ochre light are made out heavy reliefs
Where all your dreams are borrowed all your senses are
is pure, ethereal,
Laden with the breath of flowers.
They are blooming by the fountain,
'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs.
Is not this the Land
lands
Capital in origin hollow by design
Capital in origin hollow by design
Strip your feet of lead my friend
We are not yet dead
Strip your feet of lead
cheatin' on you, or beatin' on you
'Cause I'm laid back you thought that I was sleepin' on you
Real love make a ill thug feel bugged
Nas analyze are you
cheatin' on you, or beatin' on you
'Cause I'm laid back you thought that I was sleepin' on you
Real love make a ill thug feel bugged
Nas analyze are you
they do it for love like R-Kelly,
It's HARD, harder than Harlem and Compton intertwined,
Harder than harboring Bin Laden and rewind,
"to that earlier
not look like God's own country
But God is love
And I know he loves this land
Though it's ragged and it's worn
It's the place where I was born
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
are like Kelly
Your bars so criminal, 'cause y'all are so petty
I play god making beats turning nothing to something
It's too easy for me, man I always
or LL Cool J
Or in my bedroom with a swell dame
Half naked, sweating, freaking to R. Kelly’s Twelve Play
I’m talking bout high school dances
Grinding
And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time (Woo!)
We do not share the same bloodline (No)
You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
Hope you keep
there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is the land of confusion
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them
can't let go
Just know that I will always be by your side
So don't worry yourself girl
This love they could never ever divide
So let them do what they
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