Lyrics:
courtesy, service with a smile
Beyond the Staples Center you can see America
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace
Peaceful, loving youth against
to the Bowery
I know what the man went to photograph and to see
There were hopeless hungry living dead
Winos who sell their souls for a bottle of a cheapest
the town I loved so well
In the early mornin' the shirt factory horn
Called women from cryin', the moor and the bog
While the men on the dole played
we've paid for with our souls
Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men
And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again
I've
Shanty
And so it was that I had grown
Into a youth uncertain, thrown
Amongst the lions and the lambs.
To pass the time we watched the children dance.
women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major
No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's
solutions to the
Black and the white
And, endless indulgence to the
Youth in the night
Cold scripture all use to be causing a rut
Drowning women and many
Why must I always feel so alone
Men working hard for not enough at best
Women working just as hard for less
They get together late at night at bars
children youth and family
Whom God called us to serve and obey
Verse 3
Minority, simplicity and joyful service
That is how we live our daily life
To God we
Manhattan is an island
Like the women who are
Surrounded by children in a car
Surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst
leans in, his boys laughing
Now I'm the spokesperson for black men, this always happens
Since all black women care about is who got dough
And all we do
And the reason her character
Has been so severely attacked is
Because she chooses not
To function the way the
White corporate man insists
His rules for women
to the black and the white
And, endless indulgence to the youth in the night
Cold scripture, we're all used to me causing a ruck
Drowning women and many
ways
In the town I loved so well
In the early morning the shirt factory horn
Called women from Creggan, the moor, and the bog
While the men on the dole
CHORUS
Children play women produce
Kids killing kids just for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the truth
But it's
changed
They had shackled like assholes
The Bloodclot
So nowadays the way we prevent it is a thugs Glock
Seen them rape and kill our children and women
And children in highschool go 'n smokin their classes up
And people that's rich don't be checking for what is happening
Degrading all women, knock em up, leave
life
Camouflaged in dark of night
Firebringer
Has he caught your eye?
Bake in the kiln
All the men, women, children
The fire breathes the air
blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us
bones!
If joy were a color
it would be purple
pastel
pretty
Like old women and young children
both wear on easter
Smiling while having deviled eggs
gimmie the go ahead
Oh yeah, it's the kings in the building
Ghetto Youths representing for the women and children
(Maya Azucena) V4
See I caught his
Yeah, mama would have killed me (Christ)
Stepdaddy would have killed me (Islam)
If they both knew I chose a side
That would put my youth up in a ride
This is a sign for the end of days
The monsters start shifting shape
Men women children
No longer are they safe
It's a biblical catastrophe
It's
becomes new in you
It's time to stop the killing
I said it's time to stop the stealing
It's time to stop disrespecting our women
It's time for us
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