Lyrics:
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
greed
One flag is red, one flag is blue
You give them the power, they take it from you
They've done it before, and they'll do it again
[Chorus]
something different, yea if it's not too...if it's not too much
Conflicted turn signals were dead
A bold, bright beacon blinking red;
The answer
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
has passed you by
You're a slave to the code, working 9 to 5
The 40 hour fight for freedom has put you one foot in the grave
You're no American
know your place you never did you never can
You can't find a place in this land
chorus
Blacks and Reds and Apaches and Jews
All know where they come
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
That woman's got a smile, puts you in a trance.
And just one look at her, makes you want to dance.
Those dark and those red ruby lips, only a fool
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
a ride, slim jims the door
Now he's runnin' red lights and beatin' stop signs
Cops are on his ass and he's runnin' out of time
So he hits the chop shop,
to taunt
By a pro at an early age
I wasn't prepared for this
And I still have a lump in my throat
The lady in red is history
And all she left was a note
weed
Him han 'pon him jaw, lord. Red him eye an' just meditate
The time is so hard lord, I man now t'ink 'bout emigrate
I mek up me mind lord I might
a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my
[Tre-8]
If I was to see you at the red light walkin',
strugglin', stuck the fuck out,
I'd blow the horn, turn the radio up and peel the fuck out,
the casualties got us caught up in the game
I'm surrounded by so much drama, every day I visualize
Walk the streets wondering I'mma die or stay alive
I could
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
hands together
Put your hands together for D-Roc and Kaine and DJ Smurf
Next time a red neck put a pistol down
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
rots in the hands of man.
Comrades get slim and few
When they don't meet up when they ain't you.
The red hands of reaction and a lack of clarity
Caused
Ladies and gentelmen of the jury
Step right up and see the freak
We caught him red handed down by the morgue
Where he sleeps
And if you think that
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