Lyrics:
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really
can hide from man but not your conscience
You eat the bread of sorrow drink the wine of violence
Allow yourself to be conquered by the serpent
Why
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
God gave some a way of walkin'
Others have the gift of talkin'
They've all got a special way to please.
Some men fall for a pretty face
Others go
punchlines and shit man
I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun
Back in the basement type shit
Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Philippians 2:9-10
Some men called Him Rabbi, good teacher, nothing more
The Son of just a carpenter who
for a young man's hand
But they found bright lights
Endless nights
And men just used her innocent ways
He found it all so pretty, hypnotized by
fabulous he, Ali Ababwa
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your Sunday salaam
Then come and meet his
Men who know what it means to be looked up to by a griny faced kid
Men who want to sign autograph books and not deal under the table
Men who are
There's a system we all must follow
If we wanna get ahead
Some men are strong enough to make it
And others are just too afraid
But mama told me
When You Find Out Who You Are Lyrics
It's of a strange and furious time
When men did speed to pray
Along the road of discontent to gods of gold
wish she could of saved him
Damn near impossible, only men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in her,
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do
When they come to the place where John Henry's layin'
Restin'
I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag
Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
But
Everyone's concerned about industrial disease
There's panic on the switchboard tongues in knots
Some come out for sympathy, some come out in spots
Some
knew...how things were gonna change.
Ole powder river, you're muddy and wide, how many men have died...upon
Your shores.
When you brand a man a rustler,
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
, a made man
I'm a made man, a made man
Krizzle! This here was God given
I'm the design of a black man, I defined by hard livin'
But how I whip that
a fuller realization of democracy
The measure of progress, as we understand it, is the measure of equality enjoyed by all men
We can do something about
When our weary world was young
The struggle of the ancients first began
The gods of Love and Reason
Sought alone to rule the fate of man
They
a see-saw
Jumping Lily, to lilypad dag
Looking to get my Goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm dropping lines for
to some,
Made easter sunday
The name of the rising sun
The story is written
By so many people who dared,
To lay down the truth
To so very many who cared
I am matching the big boys
One for one
And I must admit,
I'm having myself some fun
Because the music business
Is still run by men
Like every
a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell
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