Lyrics:
I can see a boy of fourteen
He's got a rifle in his hand
He's dying to defend his desert land
He's got an arm around his father
Another arm
it'll always be
I thank the good Lord I've got you
In times like these
The rich keep getting richer
The poor barely get by
Farmer Johnson says it's
Ordered the tunes before a nigga could drive
When I put the Bose system right behind my eyes
With the vc's and tv's so a nigga could shine
With my ice
At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV
Oh Mr. Man upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care
Martin, JFK, & Jesus
Gotta be fresh
Go to school with fly sneakers
Schools with outdated books
We are the forgotten
Summers coolin' off by the fire
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
the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land
You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out
won't be a single thing that you can do
He's a god, he's a man, He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name 'cross this disappearing land
Rains of fish and rains of frogs
Arias sung by mongrel dogs
Whispers from the desert stones
Divinations in lizard bones
Something beyond is reaching
the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land
You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out
the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. land
You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande
I've seen
wouldn't last
Then came California
When I first saw open water
In the land of opportunity
I knew I was getting hotter
I knew I was getting hotter
Well I see him on the TV
Preachin' 'bout the promised land
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was
Will I see him on the tv
Preachin bout the promised land
He tells me to believe in jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was
proud
Reach for the stars so if you fall, you land on a cloud
Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around
If you don't know by now, I'm
Some are on their knees praying for the dead
With both towers ablaze the
World watches on TV
It's all there for the whole world to see
Yeah, took twenty
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
My my my my TV makes me so bored
Makes me say oh my Lord
What is
and spewing this revolution
For popular TV
All your opinions are carefully chosen
By what we'll let you see
Televised crap dressed up as fact
Your soap reality
I'm living on a land-mine
My body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids
And my skin, a sickly grey
And if I waited by the 'phone line
I'd wait
brown skin
Then beat the case cus they plant drugs on him
And on tv villainize and discredit the dead
I wanna move, back to my mother's land
Where they
to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
When freedom is in hiding from morality when you've finally scrubbed this
Great land clean of those values you hold in such high esteem when you've
Ghost
Lay shot on the bedroom floor
He said "Watch out for TV it crucified me,
But it can't crucify me no more."
(Chorus)
Verse 3
"I'm red
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