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Draining the blood leak out my head a bullet from a pistol
45 cal with a red beam can't be cleaned up with no dish soap
I come and I go and I leave

My eyes are red but i still have done
I drive so fast for what i want
I got this rush to see me more
I cannot draw breath in silence where no one was

I know you want it by the way you bite your lips
I can tell by the look in your eyes you want taken for a ride
Your attitude don't fool me or your

Story by Pete Seeger
traditional African music arranged by Rev. HCN Williams and JN Maselwa

Chorus:
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo,

So many hateful enemies
I'm just tryna get it by any means
Fock who’s who and saving face
They dissing for no culture/Kulture
I’m the saving grace
Then

left inside of me for you

And for all that you demanded
You left there empty handed and red-handed
In an act you swear to your soul, you swore that you

with a good cry

So I'm gonna Go for a drive 
And buy myself some roses
A bottle of red or two
I'm gonna turn down the lights 
And try to lose all

and Sioux
There's no such thing as an American race
America wasn't built by white men alone
Yellow,brown ,black and red sang the same song
Along the way we

They Ain't Ready

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust [Clean]

2001

bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine
And it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I

to stare at, you're getting mesmerized by these colours

But we ain't done yet!
No we ain't done yet!

Moving right along with the song, one more thought

on the risin' wind,
We're goin' up around the bend

Oh

Bring a song and a smile for the banjo
Better get while the gettin's good
Hitch a ride to the end

Like him who has blood on his own throne
Yeah, Let's go where we left off
Song of song 2:2, baby blessed up
Don't need for a diamond or nose ring
Baby

There she is among the white lotus 
With the moon in her hair in the autumn sky 
I know she’s waiting there 
Playing her song 
surrounded by swans

on the risin' wind,
We're goin' up around the bend

Oh

Bring a song and a smile for the banjo
Better get while the gettin's good
Hitch a ride to the end

The Dark Side: Paint a Dark Picture

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not

good today
We dance the electric Pagan Love Song
We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs
Eating dead flowers bleeding in a strange daze
I was

And of giving your family all of your love
And of gathering friends for the songs and the hugs 
Yeah love begins when it's Christmas time
Women laugh by the fire

get a spark. Same damn song. Hand me the red solo cup. Crown me got my whiskey up. Smoking on these cowboy killers think I need a holster. Conversations

Rollin down this long road
A song came on the radio
I feel like it was wrote for me and you
Now how big of a dumbass
That I've been as of late
Let me

gone (All hope is gone)
You’ll be dead by dawn (You'll be dead by dawn)
Zip yourself in tightly to a body bag, babe
I wrote this letter for you in Hell

the end of the song
Ayo Kaan… What it do?
You take her and I'll take two
Stop depressing stop the crying

Red alert, hit the sirens
All ladies are in for

the tune
Just echoes under a blood-red moon

The records spin the vinyl's scratched
Memories of a world detached
The DJ whispers of days gone by
Of laughter

it happened once again
He waited by the fire side
But it was not in vain

So the Bishop on the roof in a robe of red
With a bag of gold
The Bishop

the waitress just grab a couple
More bottles and bring 'em up
We got a bar for every
Nigga that came with us
We got the buzz, now bring 'em up
Grab your drink