Lyrics:
thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
You will do your work for water
An' you'll lick the boots of 'I'm that's got it
Now in Inja's sunny clime
Where I used to spend my time
Servin' her
planted in water
The fruit began to show
Getting stronger all the time
We watched you grow
Now as the world awaits
The coming harvest season
Our hearts will
God loves the good old USA
Congrats to one and all
We've traveled to the top
Now they're ready for our fall
We've reached new heights and seen
wed
Not a lot of time to celebrate, always more work to do
The religion of the day
Dust kicked up by the horses, we all waved our goodbyes
here
Kinder than the water in which many of us drowned our young
Rather than let them live in captivitiy at the mercy of those white men
And there
well, it's up to you
Now don't let me down now, your mama's gonna move you uptown"
Well, that was the last time I saw my ma
The night I left that
make it rough!
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
It's on, "Gone With the Wind"
And I know white men can't dunk
Now I'm
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind, I'm just tryna shine (stay sunny)
Make a dollar, government, they want
And day by day I choose to stay
Right here with you now
I know that the times have changed
You and I have seen better days
I still want you, I still care
be
Just like a fantasy, your hear along with me
So now it seems we've slipped into reality
And it's plain to see this is our destiny
Feelings I
at hiding in plain sight
When's the last time you've seen someone With their eyes wide open anyway
We're lost with our lines laid straight
Oh, and I love
an interesting list of tips devised by the US embassy in Madrid, and these tips were designed for Americans who found themselves in war-time airports. The idea was
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
failed to see that big oncoming car
Samira she got hers playing football after school
Billie now knows firsthand why we don't run by the pool
But all
Throwing words like fireworks in the air
Not much remains
A photograph in your memory
Through the coloured lens of time
All our lives were just a smudge
explain
When my little boy and girl ask me 'Daddy, what's a train?'
I guess the times have changed, kids are different now
'Cause some don't even seem
and clear
Like the waters I heard sing.
He said "We searched quite a time
For a place to call our own.
There was just me and Mary John
And now I guess we're
you divorce yourself from
The right wing propaganda campaign
It’s all simple and plain
America customed the game
Your President got an African name
Now
pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
Years from now, perhaps we'll see? (A newborn king to see pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
See the day of glory (our finest gift we bring pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
to the same end
And while we both try our best to fall down gently
So at this time we will find out new beginnings
Now I jump too fast
Trying to speed down
white light
I don't think so
But what do I know
What do I know
I know
I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I
Surprise they home grown
And one of your fuckin' own
It's dat same ol' shit, dat same ol' game
From that same ol' gang up to that same ol' thing
Now what
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
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