Lyrics:
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by
making love
Instead going home all by ourselves
Oh now I've told you
I want to be your lover
Let my hands discover you in a different way
I don't
still say, I love you
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full
Your story's sad to tell,
A teenage ne'er-do-well
Most mixed-up non-delinquent on the block
Your future's so unclear now,
What's left of your
Eternally thugz here I come tellin them soldier stories
Been daily collectin my lessons, without any questions
Without any questions, stressin no restin, we
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
A journey guided by fate
Holding each other's hands through any darkness
Walking together on the road to the future
The moment when dreams and reality
how the story ends
Down a lonesome Texas highway
Sits an old house by the road
An old woman rocking slowly
As a blue sky turns to gold
On the mantle
Against my will to these sad shores
An unknown force has drawn me
Bound unto a future shaped by ancestors before me
Day on day I march the beat
being a slave is so great
As gas fill the room and rockets destroy everything around him
He stands to find himself surrounded
By thousands of soldiers
Leaf as an answer
Leaf as a plan
Leaf is evergreen
Leave on command
Leaflets are falling
Leaf is the suture
Leaf as storybook
Leave this future
Let
is so great
As gas fills the room and rockets destroy
Everything around him he stands to find himself surround
By thousands of soldiers that his once
thing"
[Part Two: Candidate]
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake
My set
[Slick Rick]
As you see Ruler show's, is enquirin noses
Goin into a story about a kid named Moses
Once a prophet was to be born, so for anything else
a room holding a gun to his head
He's man oh man what am I gonna do
I can't change the past but I can change the future
If I pull this trigger right now
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Is there anybody gone to listen to my story
Analytical poets and political soldiers
While the whimsical
your time
It is your hour
It is your moment
Go take it
Yeah speaking of pieces of a man
Staring at a future in the creases of my hand
It reads like
And comparin to me, ya frill healy
Maze who come nearly
Some the Projects thru youngers
Gun shit confronted
By jakes poppin up like late walkers
All around, all
The view in the mirror reminds us we're older
The children of today are becoming soldiers
The present is over, the future is pain, when nothing
Soldier, from the academy league of rollers
I deny being down though they seem to hold us
My shoulders are strong, I prove 'em wrong
I ain't doing nothing
The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flowers have
the future into destruction
Schooled to dominate
Be a man by seven
Instead of toys
An AK47
Abandon the faith
Believe in nothing
Fighting for the cause
story position won't save the land
Although your job may seem minascule
Please guide the future so that good men rule
Pastor, pastor on TV you
till this day is done.
Oh, come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again,
Where
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