Lyrics:
the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate?
Did you feel
"It stems from two little
Ideas one is something
That English mothers say to their English
Children, which is, if you're pulling a face
You know, like
about the people in there sleeping
Men and young women, old people and children
People of my people and friends of my heart.
The cocks are crowing
a picture on the wall
Of my mother on her wedding day
A young and na' nothing up her sleeve
But the things that just got lost along the way
And I know
going that way
Killing yourself, what's the sense ?
Them young, tell them get the teaching from the high sense
Oh children, Babylon build them
A couple weeks ago
My wife and I
Took a little trip down to
Mexico
Met this young girl there
We brought her back with us
Now she lives with us
teaching him another kind of wisdom
When to run and when to fight
Up at the playground after school
Listening to tales of the prison system
And those
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
An aging woman picks along
enough
And we're bound to be learning
The lessons of love
Coz we're never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other the lessons of love
down
I know some are fleeing from war zones
To keep their young children from harm
But my parents stayed put through the Blitz years
And me? I was
Throw ya poetry back
At all y'all regimes
Fire to your legacy
More gasoline
Come clean
You teaching the young boys dem
How to murder how to murder
Come
Like young irish men in english bars
the song of home betrays us
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field
like truthful glances we
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial
I’m taken on a ride
He keeps teaching on the go
I’m too young to realise
He’s a relative, a foe
We are to the open wide
To those who
like we always end up in a rut
Everybody now…
Tryin' to make it real - compared to what?
Leela James:
Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
Twisted children
became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say
of the young people in prison in Britain
Regardless of ethnicity were in care as children
Almost half of young people in prison in Britain
Were expelled from
on that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor
In
footsteps,
Teaching us to stand, challenge the gates.
Chorus:
Rise up, young heroes,
Your courage lights the
Way,
Voices of the brave,
Making history today.
Come listen, all me true men
To my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man
Cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who
Laid down the law
the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
Young Princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying
Once I met a bright young soldier
Heavy arms and a loaded gun
To the head of bright young soldier
And maybe maybe pulled the trigger then
Mothers
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial
to the water and
Singing to the fish
The earthy village elder
Who rests among the flowers
Teaching the children and
Singing her songs
The little mountain boy
Who
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