Lyrics:
There is a land I know,
Where lovers go, and flowers grow,
Forever more.
Where time is standing still,
And lovers fill the quiet places,
By
They don't find on earth
God, help my people
We look to you still
God, help the outcasts
Or nobody will
(I ask for wealth, I ask for fame)
(I
the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
devoted
Tell me, what did I do wrong?
Oh, already asked that, my bad
But you my lifeline, think you tryna kill me
If I wasn't B, would you still feel
this ain't love, then what is?
I-I'm willing to take the risk
Will he, will he still remember me?
Will he still love me even when he's free
Or will
frail, it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles you can achieve
When you believe, somehow you will
You will when you believe
(Ooh) mmm, yeah
In
The sky falling, but I'm still flyin' through-and-through
Hey this ain't willpower, it's wheel power
When God's at the wheel, yeah that's the real power
the golden tide
You crashed by the gate
Captured my fate
Salvation
My eyes couldn't see
I hardly breathed
I was diving so deep
Salvation
I'm down
The girl I love so much just walked in the door
My past is present but she's not mine anymore
Did she stop by to hurt me or does she even know I'm
it?
Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave it
I need to stop bein' debated
You're still copyin', Xeroxin', I'm still coppin' a feel
Like Bill Cosby
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
keeps me on my toes
But I'm all right, and should I mind
It's just the wine and all this making love
And I can't keep still, gonna make a will
I'm bad, word to mother, to the motherfuckin' Hubbard
Eatin' her curds and whey, puffin spliffs 'cause she doesn't
And if you still don't
blow, soft clouds drift
By
Like some artists' canvas captured in
My eye
I am sure, I'm holding fast
I am dying for a lifetime that will last
But when my
out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
And if
Take me out of this state I'm in
Go somewhere I've never been
Got something trapped inside
Still alive, where's that paradise?
I thought by now I'd
We have drifted apart
Broken hearts, me and you
After all of this time
I'm satisfied inside to know
This memory that I had
It's more good than bad
A bad mistake I'm making by just hanging round
I know that I should have some fun and paint the town
A lovesick fool that's blind and just can't see
the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
Parishioners
I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
give up
I'm still fightin' (Metro), I don't feel I've lost
Am I dreamin', is there more like us?
Got me feelin' like it's all too much
I feel beaten,
that new me will be alright
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my
Take me out of this state I'm in
Go somewhere I've never been
Got something trapped inside
Still alive, where's that paradise?
I thought by now I'd
a gentle hand still leads me onward
And helps me find the way
As I climb each hill and cross each valley
By His hand I'm daily lead
But I won't look back
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still
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