Lyrics:
to the woolsy fire
Who would've thought that this year at 33
You would've been taken out from under me
After all those years?
Built from the ground up, by
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
Anger as sharp as the broken glass
Burning cars and tear gas
Every race riot--is the last one
A dying culture's final gasp
Every decade--yet no one
Don't want to find myself homogenized
Don't want to become the very thing that I despised
Don't need my mommy feeding me culture with a spoon
Don't
of fighting?
By the last reel we'll be cryin', cryin', cryin', yeah
If you really want to be my man
Get your nails out of my back, stop using me
You know I
Pimp-pimp hooray pimp-pimp hooray
Hooray pimp-pimp hooray
Pimp-pimp
Classic Timeless rules forever
By the time I start writing when
I was thirteen
Roots and culture mi get from di farm
Heh
Tell mi what a gwan
We ah trod it like a souljah
Deh pon patrol
Weight on my shoulda
But wi ah chuck it like
We're models
There's me, there's you (Hoko ten)
In a pedestrian paradise
Where the catwalk got it's claws
A sub-culture, and a kaleidescope
the Neptune hillsides
They say the towers stand tall
Built by hands dissimilar to mine
And Brought alive
By hearts of ancient alien cultures
I want to walk your streets that are golden
And I want to run where the angels have trod
Jerusalem
I want to rest on the banks of your river
In
a friend from the leaves (Found a friend in the leaves),
The creature took him to the meadow,
cnd then underneath.
cs they trod underground,
They were
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fu-you-el
Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou knowst it telling
Yonder
Over The Hills And Valleys I Trod
My Journey's Been A Lightning Rod
Dis One Here Weren't Planned By The Gods
Still I Rise Through The Cloud Of Odd
In a primitive times
The people had culture in their lives
Well respecting their ancestry
Having faith in their destiny, but
Soon the culture would
SIDE EFFECTS
Marginalized by the gains, scams and profits.
The working class beaten by the fist of progress.
Lobbied subsidies, corporate mandated
Marginalized by the gains, scams and profits.
The working class beaten by the fist of progress.
Lobbied subsidies, corporate mandated lies.
sight
We may not touch his hands and side
Nor follow where he trod
But in his promise we rejoice and cry
My Lord My God!
We walk by faith and not by
kent state was nothing so great have of
have not forcing the point shot in the back take it back down trod soldier
away flower power within kill me
Jerusalem
Great city of God
Jerusalem
Where prophets have trod
Jerusalem
You're gonna be
Rebuilt renewed
For all eternity
Jerusalem
Jerusalem
Jerusalem
I walk this road of life
By the grace of God
On the straight and narrow
But crooked roads I've trod
I am sent for a purpose
A job to fulfill
If I
No more will I be trod on by your mind
I'm clawing my way out
With nooses we stand in line
Your existence will fall if you follow
stars in her hair
She gave us The Redeemer
He said: give me all your cares
White, as in winter woodlands
The amaryllis, too
With Mary, we behold them
By
the suffering,
By wordly gauge?
Or comprehend the long-drawn agony
When pain and evil never trod one down
Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom
perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
Left each other one by one along the road
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