Lyrics:
Want Us To Follow Blind
With Hollow Minds Live Within The Dotted Lines
They Provide Tomorrow Is Upon Us
U Heard cbout Sars Swine Bird Flu
cids Fire
This is revolution shit
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, hey
The year is 2020, the number
A little somethin'
to say this out loud
So uh, if you could sort of roll along with this thing here
This is called, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Um, when your mind
Studio gangsta gimmick, that's no image
But a nigga like Aasim is so driven
So simple, so plain
At the same time so gifted
Listen to the poetry I've
your life...
This is the Devil's time...
My heart is heavy my mind a mess first I need to find John nothing more and nothing less.
He blames himself
human after all
So write the book of memories
Memories
You won't see what I have seen
I believe that
This world is filled with hypocrisy
So worry not
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
a sound to the first "treat"
"Deaf to the ocean swelled" washed up a miracle
A Beautiful yours, a beautiful mine
By the grace of fire, out sprouts
on the open road
While under this western sun
A heartbeat has just begun
A simple light burning bright
Or casting shadows now which is right, when
You see
hates you for the colour of your skin
And every waking thought is one of peace and harmony and bliss
That simple satisfaction like a plate of eggs
not, won't you drop this friend a line
Tell me if the man who is plowin' up your land
Has got the war machine upon his mind'
Come and sing a simple
you drop this friend a line
Tell me if the man who is plowin' up your land
Has got the war machine upon his mind?
Come and sing
your land, this land is my land
>From the streets of Compton to the Brooklyn island
>From my people in prison to the Red Fern projects
This land was
and miss the voodoo
I'm like the guru, your baby's doin judo
Why don't you just sit, and contemplate on this
This is much more than your white boy diss
Welcome to
The land of demons
Where they take your soul
And deceive it
Till your mind controlled
By the evening
News it feeding
You your meaning
Like
the tune
“Hey Mack to hide your talent will let you cripple,
In a land of blinded people
Your vision is the third eye of an eagle”
I know Nick, but
Oga abeg I don dey beg you
Free me now for my people
Life we live is not simple
Telling you mankind self is evil
Nobody know your story egbon
Learn
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
shit
The jazz power shower showed the crew was sure legit
But hey presence is gone
Hank Mo's gone
They killed the coolest breeze in this land
no journey's end
Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple and few
Dreams we hold in
We will fall
You will fill the lands with destruction and hate
You will fill your mind with corruption and fate
False wisdom and pastors, your simple
slugs through your vertebrae
My ultra way blaze from my strange weaponry phase
Ready for Armageddon my firearms are getting
My mind is heaven I'll rain
hates you for the colour of your skin
And every waking thought is one of peace and harmony and bliss
That simple satisfaction like a plate of eggs
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