Lyrics:
why you living a lie
I see the bottom man, down by the creek
Got them standing on the edge, they telling me
All I see is infidels, my melanin needs
A tyrant is a man who allows his people no freedom
Who is puffed-up by pride
Driven by the lust of power
Impelled by greed
Provoked by thirst for
fraid fi tink fraid fi taak
where di present is haunted by di pass
a deh soh mi bawn
get fi know bout staam
learn fi cling to di dawn
an wen mi hear
what I mean?
But, you know what I mean? I live by
Shit like that's my code my code
Know what I mean? I do what the
Fuck I want in these streets man
into the semblance of its well-seasoned tomb heard perchance gnawing out now for years by the astonished family of man, as they sat round the festive
a regal man
I'll do what I can
To t-t-take you to the promised land
A sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Yeah, sun king, honey
We can rule
a regal man
I'll do what I can
To t-t-take you to the promised land
A sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Yeah, sun king, honey
We can rule
more can one man take but I'll survive
Face forward into the night
Thrown into the fire
Like the Phoenix reborn, I rise
The new dawn burns brighter
So
awake at dawn
Running over the ground
Travel onward into the smoke
With the pack or all alone we surely will grow strong
Follow the steps taught
houses get built on sand
Some crumble to the earth but yet some still stand
Taller and stronger than on solid land
Trial by fire grows child to man
I'm
Failures follow one another
And the clock continues to turn
The madness of a man
Blinded by his creation
The nuclear age
Was born from our ambitions
Your
Believe me when I tell you
I will try to understand
Believe me when I tell you
I could never kill a man
But to know that another man's holding
leather
Made supple by years of stinging cinders
And here were seen the scars of age
For age had been the common call for one last night together
Dawn
A cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes
Don't let it
In these nights of magic
Where great pain is obscured
By the fantasy dragon made real
By the powers of lingering trauma
I looked behind the dawn
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me
Who the fuck is this? Pagin' me at 5:46
In the mornin', crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawnin', wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin' me
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream
man.]
[Bob: No, not a laundry man.]
[Anything Muppet #1: How about Santa Claus?]
[Bob: No no no, not Santa Claus.]
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I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream
he wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
never get to play
I'm hustlin', stayin' out 'til it's dawn
And comin' home at 6 o'Clock in the mornin'
Hand's on my Glock, eyes on the prize
Finger
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
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