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and obsessed
And you're overworked
You're over taken by visions of being overlooked
I'm disappointed would the I.D.I.P.P be
To see such our power in our
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But i can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now, did you
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
And Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching of feet
Moving into the street

Now did
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

Long hair Drika looking like she got ass shots (Ooh!)
Doing pole a rope and sipping lean and soda I am not
Glock
see
One does not even see one is blind

do we choose to close our eyes
Or is it the veil is so stained
By the treasons of our humanity
That we're
Without governments and guns
Hey, whoaoh
Your people who killed my people
My people kill your people
But our people are all one people
United by
spendin'
The media said he's way out of control
I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin'
I'm not out of control, I'm just not in they control
I
We were moonshine 
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe 
Yes, rushing down the long hallway 
Despite what the p.a. announcement says 
Yes, rushing
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes
Looked in the mirror, what did we see 
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D. 
Pig searched our car cause they day was made 
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand
flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this
burn down our city!
Drank Old Gold, for breakfast, with disco
Timberland boots, bring back forty pillows
You not a thug or a murderer - murderer
Only
How Does It Feel?

Woo woo!
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola

Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
Wooo wooo! [in background] 
Yessur! aha 
New Skateboard P 
Hey! 
Let's go get 'em 
Uh-huh 
Yo, hola 

[Verse 1] 
Mearle maire, club muchacho
to the charcoals
Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool
(This is our school)

I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge bar stool
Head
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
on the right, and they be screaming like 
(HEY!)
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (HO!)
I got them folks down front, waving they hands
eyes nearly frozen
closed. For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the
cruel, searing storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest

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