Lyrics:
Body's a Temple, Body's a Temple
Mind is a Shrine, Mind is a Shrine
Body's a Temple, Body's a Temple
Mind is a Shrine, Mind is a Shrine
Body's
In the system of Babylon
They torture the youth
In the system of Satan
They hook and brainwash the youth
Yea now! Well, yea, now!
C'mon! Saying, yea,
the man
Feel the plain
See the youth fade
He is known as Jones
He comes here every year
On the selfsame day
Few have seen the tear
On his face
Hold
You are welcome to my temple
Make nobody come dey near my lane oh
I swear to God you go feel dah pain oh na na yeah
I heard my songs are very vital
carry me
They taught me
Youth and Whisky
Baptized in smoke and misery
A loaded gun and a bastard's history
My temple's for the crazy
Youth and Whisky
No
Angel's who carry me
They taught me
Youth and whiskey
Baptized in smoke and misery
A loaded gun and a bastard's history
My temple's for the crazy
Youth
me
These angels who carry me
They tell me youth and whiskey
Black tides of smoke and misery
A loaded gun and a bastard's history
My temple's
start with Edendale, Glendale, Palmdale, Signal Hill
Echo Park, Highland Park, Griffith Park, Bunker Hill
Sun Valley, Simi Valley, Green Valley,
say ( Nuh matter what dem say )
And nuh matter what dem do - Uuu
My youth ( Dis ting a nuh fad )
You say yuh looking fi de truth
Fi set yuh free
Ha
Angel's who carry me
They taught me
Youth and whiskey
Baptized in smoke and misery
A loaded gun and a bastard's history
My temple's for the crazy
Youth
the youth get desperate and wayward to fight
Take a little stroll down the street the other night
I hear some gunshot echo and a youth losin' life
Wha Jah
a full up me cup
Me temple a buildup, me pray Jah Jah with us
Be careful them want kill us, them vex man a winners
Ghetto youths want make it out man
the youth get desperate and wayward to fight
Take a little stroll down the street the other night
I hear some gunshot echo and a youth losin' life
Wha Jah
From Jungle to Rema
From Tivoli to Matthews Lane
From Waterhouse to Drewsland
From Baneland to Delacre
A youth and youth fi have a plan
on through
Things I've done
My young
My unforgivable youth
With land on the horizon and passion in their eyes then
What they think are islands are much
From Jungle to Rema
From Tivoli to Matthews Lane
From Waterhouse to Drewsland
From Baneland to Delacre
A youth and youth fi have a plan
fundamental
Selfish soul, psychic temple
Silence the Siren sad song
Unbreakable psychic temple
Unsinkable psychic temple
Light Denier
Deny your youth
Humans
and the pencils
I pray they don't grow and play with guns and utensils
It's mental the streets full of gangsters and grown men
Polluting all the youth with all
father
I'm your parent
You will respect me
Even if you don't like me
I demand it
My bars are the truth
I and I defend the youth
Gangsta rap ain't
a temple
But you don’t need his bread
You’re turning a corner
And quarreling with your father
When you spill the wine
Let him call you liar
When you’re
when you ride the train
For writing rhymes about automatic weapons
I'd rather steer the youth in the right direction
Drop a bomb, destroy the temple's
Power or truth, knowledge is nutrient
The seeds I pocket take root, flowers for youth
See tears and sweat is how they grew, hence the sweetness
on my mind
The style is kind
And thick the rind
I could have seen the people fall, but Temple
Springdale, brookside
By a chinquapin
Indy whale, tougher
hear voices
I'll flip the tables in your temples don't try me
I'll flip the tables in your temples don't try me
I'll flip the tables in your temples
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