Lyrics:
the faces in the sand
It's the thought that moves you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Right will take you places
Yeah, maybe to the beach
When your
the faces in the sand
It's the thought that moves you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Right will take you places
Yeah, maybe to the beach
When your
coming with her
Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down
Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial
Look it's a setup
Yo Kim come on
(I'm right behind
North stood trial
The jury found him guilty but he ain't
Do no time because the motherfucker's filthy
Reagan sent Marines into a crazy situation
Two
to call my home
9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old
Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society
Hatred and mass murder thoughts inside of me
My
trial began
Where I was judged by twelve honest men
Yes as the jury started walkin' out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five
[Talib Kweli]
Yo you sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never comprimised this is how we put it down
judge and jury
For trial I had to appear
Then the judge he says me young fellow
The case against you is quite clear
And seven long years is your
Jury Is Out (Words & Music by Rory Flynn)
Living this fairy tale
trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five
The truth’s on trial and the jury’s rigged
Overruling all objections
The verdict’s in: it’s sink or swim
the life from me
Stuck on the wrong side
Half of my mind is already out the door
Feel like a trial so I don't talk no more
Waiting for the judge and jury's
you're going to jail"
I'm like, "Jail?"
He like, yeah
I'm like, "Jail?"
Yeah
Booked, bail
Pay it, scared (this is crazy)
Months pass, trial (real
trial, the Senate acquitting him on both charges”
“The richest one percent controls more wealth now than at any time in more than a half-century”
“100 000
We'll die together, kill together, face a buck and jury
Momma, I'm like a father to my little sister
Gotta make sure she do right momma she my baby
hav this power meeting
By ourselves
Cuz we be coooolin yeah
Don't nothing feel better than when
We have this power meeting by ourselves
An gal you know
Bunch of my niggaz in the system after speedy trial
Gun cases I done dodged I just weave around
I swear I really fell in love wit' that heater sound
But
when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we flip into keys
The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk
couldn’t really tell you now,
The story still unfolding its gon have to stand trial,
Jury in my head and it’s always split down,
Straight down the middle,
it a baptismal
The way you twerking your butt, looks sinful
Catch as case, Dr. JD will get you a dismissal
Or after a jury trial, an acquittal
I'm
trial began
Where I was judged by twelve honest men
Yes as the jury started walkin' out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five
business here in America
You're judged by jury of your peers in America
Open a prison close a school in America
Then feed them both the same food in America
stripped because of ones race,among the
jury,not a single black face riots insure public
outrage and anger supressed for fucking
ages,(chorus) some times it
judged by twelve honest men
And as the jury started walking out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In bout five minutes in walked a man
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