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No fear of time
His children will be like him
If he's given the white world hell, what will his children do?
This wasn't no play-thing
The motive

have any memory at all

Once this village had the sounds of People working
And children in the school
Once this village had a sound
Now no one remembers

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer

died in World War II in the struggle against occupying Nazi forces and Fascism. Their pictures, some of them children, are etched into tiles in memory

It ain't good but
It can get religious
To hate the man
Who ain't from your village

Loves his god and
Fears for his children
You wear his skin

It was a very hot summer.
The court of King Krishnadevaraya had gathered.
My Lord,
I would like to visit my village for a few days and stay there.

The old man he came, along with the rains
Through summer and winter they fell
And with did he bring serpents and things
Uttered a verse and a spell

forth and water's murmurs cleave
Preparing for another summer's weave
First came the badgers snorting long-nosed
In joy they romped in damp grass they

of a murder that took place
Way back in the summer and I’m a prime witness in this case an uptown stunner run the streets with my crew
That I claim as my

sensitive skin from the sun
It's so beautiful in summer on the island

It is summer on the island and the sun is shining hot
All the children

Jean Desprez

Country Joe McDonald

War War War: Live

And on they came with fear and flame, to burn and loot and slay,
Until they reached the red-roofed croft, the home of Jean Desprez.

"Rout out the village

myself to run away
I'm still ashamed that I ain't done it yet
I'm still feel bad from when they come my way
Good livin' in the summer day

'Cause I'm a war

To her boy one summer day
"If your mind's made up that way, I wish you well
The old home will be lonesome
We'll miss you when you go
The birds won't sing

international
Anything but practical but always get it done
I'm smoking on a backwood and chilling in the sun
Whats the point of living if you not having fun

kill you in front of your children 
The same way they use to hang us in front of a village
No regards for a Kings life 
Raping our Queens at night under

Nurturing the weak - the people
We were all slowly becoming
In the congealed, sticky air of summer
There was conversation, exploration
Consideration

children

EMC
The power to change the world lies in public opinion
If they wanna win it, we CPR, to resuscitate they image
That Protest was taste test for

Feel me like
The summer night
Melanin is poppin
They askin me stop
I'm like mothafucka
Stop it the hardest
Poetic justice all
Eyes on me west coast

Hello again
Remember starry summer nights alone making love together
In a village bar our toast to love that would last forever
Hello again
Remember

crippin' blood in Columbus
It's fucked up
614, yo

Green Rock, one of the good villages where I was raised at
Bolivar Arms, Sullivan Gardens is where I

Hello, everyone, and welcome to Sleepy Hollow on this eerie summer evening
Some say our village is haunted
Having been bewitched many years ago by

And left the village on the quietest night of 
summer, 
The summer of my thirtieth year,
And went with her up through the thorn 
forest.
Tell them I heard

the totals
Pockets got hopeful of holding a million and building
A ladder up out of this shite.  
I sold my soul in the summer to run with them hustlers

stack the foundation, ain't nothin realer
Lookin out the villa, see this village raised a villain
I'm just in this high country raisin up these children