Lyrics:
of the high
Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother?
B-Real, light another
I'm smoked out, did I menthol cigarette?
How could you figure, or even,
dreams for the country
Not for what it could do, but how it could feel
How it could think, how it could dream
I know
Who am I to dream for you?
It's
survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal'
I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud
Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign
Like, the darker
To a place that you only dream of when you're all alone
And you can go by feel
'stead of circumstance
But the power's in beliving
So give yourself a chance
a lot
Of work to do brother but
I wan't you to remember how
You feel right now man
Remember that you were alive for this man
This is really big my dude
job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has been disabled
By this, my sense of duty to offer
And how
How dare I rest on my laurels
Don't you feel it growing, day by day
People getting ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What
it's just by the telephone
Let me tell you how I miss you baby and how it feels to be alone
So brother, if you got a good woman, man, you better take
He was born to be known
As everybody's brother
He is the Father Son and Mary is his mother
He is a 'scuse my slanguage, well a compound country
rip
Drag the pig, oh and let his skin drip
Make him feel the little ancestral trip
Wanna kill us how 'bout your blood
Think twice 'fore you come up in
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams
to blame and I feel so ashamed
That I made her the image of me.
I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old fashioned in some ways
But
Dads gone down the dog track, engels' laying cables
Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables
They're preparing for power and how
Dads gone down the dog track, Engels' laying cables
Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables
They're preparing for power and how
Dads gone down the dog track, Engels laying cables
Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables
They're preparing for power and how
How ya gonna feel about the things you'll say on that judgment day?
Well-a, well-a, well-a
Well, now, everybody's gonna have religion and glory
Don't you feel it growin', day by day
People gettin' ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
programed to reap destruction wherever I go
I'm a bad risk for my credit is only backed up by the United States Government
My reputation is that
You know how that rabbit feels
Going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
don't care for shit you say
I met the folks I idolize and so far they're some white ass lies
Just country faking good disguise, now tell me how that
every day.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
At the old country church.
"God made a way for me.", that's what the good book says.
How many times (how
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