Lyrics:
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
winter, when the fields are white
I sing this song for your delight
(Matter-of-fact) only I don't sing it
(Hushed) I took a kettle large and new
Fit for
to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ainÂ't killed by what they
that tumbleweed (uh)
And as the marijuana burn, we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Where I can sing songs by the roadside
Bleach our past out with peroxide
Lately, things have started to look the same
This place is too familiar, I so
again" said by my family and friends
Why are they project themselves can't we enjoy a good song?
What're they talking about now? Look I'm just tryna
years
CHORUS:
And the rain pours down
On the fallow ground
And the fruited plain as barren as the sand
Is it not within our will
How long must we wait
a song in the shape of Your name
And all the noise of the world cannot drown out the sound
Crops in their furrows grow by Your hand
Hares in their burrows
The poor poverty equating momentarily
That scarily unpreparedly you don't even understand the fare you see
Bear with me
Economics and deliberation plain for
Yo (Yeah mother fuckers, hehahahaha here we go)
Aight, first of all my father is a grain man
I am a plain man, I express my pain damn
Through this
some
Native peoples gotta reclaim our place in the sun
White man with his disease, war and gun
Wiped out the peoples will to fight for where we from
Cali
Red, White and Blue
And we don't give a damn if we're pissing off you
We work to live, we live to ride
And the songs we write they represent our life
swimming to the furthest length
These songs have touched my motherfuckin' heart
Put them all on the frames that's my motherfuckin' works of art
Like a movie
and destruction for centuries to come
The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, have forget us
As two terrible dragons battle arrays clash
One white as his
We drove down this road
I remember our song
I sang to you there
and you sang along
But now that you've shown
That this you've out grown
I know that
Patterson Brown
Sean Bell
Christian Taylor
Omar Obrego
Phillip White
Samuel Dubose
Crucified
On
Purpose
Sacrificed
Can
Our
People
Survive
Cops
times seemed far away
But now I'd like you to stay
By now there is no time for sorrow
And surely there is no tomorrow
This song's five years too late
But
enchanted by our potential
Without Christ it’s what we’ll never enter
I’m fed up with the lack of empathy
And white supremacy using Scripture to justify their
Reparations, aka the payback
You raped my mother nation by the boatloads
Then, proceeded to rape our mothers and daughters like savages
So what's
artifact
From white folk without a white flag
Under the white light
By all the signs of the zodiac
It's the spirit of which they lack
Feels like I just
by every age and panel
Soon you will understand all the pain he battled
In these bars you can feel our reign like Seattle
The momentum we build will
I'm just an old fashioned girl with an old fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I'm the plain and simple kind
I want an old fashioned house, with
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
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