Lyrics:
of these Teaching man I’m longing to behold these
Pearls & Gems & let'em penetrate my soul we need
To replenish the global supply of love that is
hours passed his dad returned from work
In the city centre of Wen Kroy as a civil servant
To the council of 5 who govern the realm
Made up of each
grip
Tight on a full clip, (demon voice) use it
Council is useless, doubtful of music
Psychiatrist is clueless, lose it
Can I really do this? life in
And we’ll take ‘em all on
From the council estate
We’re T-28
Brighton clubs, surgical masks
Hospital bins, I’m swinging the axe
Go for a bump, a drink or two
More shops close in town centre, cries for change from residence
The council don’t do shit for us decades lacking in investment
Our beer festival
going
PTSD in my mind
Hospital nights I was bruk
(I was so bruk)
I gotta get going
I barely get sleep , gotta grind
Council boy I need a buck
(I Need ah
need is a loving council to keep living
And I'll keep moving on ?I'll keep my guard
And (buy) another farm find a hospital
To fix a broken arm be
there, then you will really never know
Hey there man'o
You know say me I be Port Harcourt boy original
And I was born inna the teaching hospital
The 2nd
Double back, dressed in blue laces
They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teaching health
I fuck with Rick Ross 'cause he teaching wealth
Dropped out of school,
and the SDO,
and to be law-abiding citizens
Peace and unity progress in our land
Thanks be to the missionaries for they came
with their hospitals, the Banso
council to keep living
And I'll keep moving on ? I'll keep my guard
And (buy) another farm find a hospital
To fix a broken arm be a pedigree
On a higher
Submit to truth, leave the deception of thy youth
So we could walk in the council of authority
Forget the proof, our generation so aloof
Only follow in
To the family what Daddy did
Could pass for horror
She lost use of her right eye
Eats through a straw
Right leg in a plaster at the hospital ward
Akin sneaks in
The teachings never turned out right
Crash land down on a mission (now)
The teachings never turned out right
I will give you my eye
The teachings never turned
Got some Southern hospitality,
Down there in a Southern hospital.
Well, all the signs there said, "Welcome in,
Welcome, if you're White, my friend.
job you know that when going through these things in life you would not get closer to God I can remember there was a job at Lambeth Council then I had
job you know that when going through these things in life you would not get closer to God I can remember there was a job at Lambeth Council then I had
made for a reason
And was made with affection
Lately
My baby
Been teaching me so much
She knows I love her
She loves me
And I can't get enough
Daddys
been?
All alone with two kids
Got a flat from the council
Spin borrows near the newsies set like she's using, carrying a pram
Son, wait here I'll
They tryna kill the prophet
Barnabas
Metropolis
My mind is colossal
The class that im teaching is logical
Put together, and its looking
'cause he always cuttin'
The teacher ain't teaching him nothin'
All they do was stuffin' 'em and stuffin' 'em
Stuffin' 'em and stuffin' 'em and stuffin'
impossible, purely philosophical
But you call Him on your death bed when you layin' in the hospital
And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work
music in Brazil. The manuscript says: “for the teaching of sacred music in female secondary schools”.
It was preformed for the first time on November
Yow Maki-B
Yow, bredda, wha gwaan?
Link Council and tell dem seh we ah forward
Yeah, man, yu dun know
Eh
Mmm
We going hard again
Tink seh ah
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