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I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks
I can make a good man forsake his wife
Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life
other, prisoners of history
Orange flags wave for the British to greet the army's clicking heel
And Irish curse their Irish brother for the altar where
of charity and good will,
Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness,
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
It was just a drunken hobo dancing
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love?
We make time to debate religion
ridiculous how these brothers
Kill themselves for the geed of might
That their leaders covered real clever
With the name of a god
Religious
This is
stand here naked
I cannot fake it
With God as witness
My little children
Who wait for feeding'
I watch you bleeding'
I am afraid
I am afraid
Mrs. Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be Donny.
He
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only
And the presents underneath
Lights twinkle as I fly by
So why are tears
In my eyes
Children playing
On the street
With no footwear
On their feet
And they haven't
(With a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
And it's true, the makings of you)
people can't reveal by day
They enslaved my brothers raped my sisters
Colonized my land crushed all resistance
Only to claim that I'm uncivilized
Now their
patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers building
Save the children, investigative reports!
Yo, I grab the pen for
with 'em
Oh I ain't goin' play wit'cha, I ain't goin' play wit'cha man!
Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing children
Sing, I like it when the children sing
How can you say you love your father
When you have hate for your brother
How can you say "God bless the children"
When we have homeless mothers
Try and judge me only by my time and changes
Not mistaken words, for I say many
Listen closely to my song and watch my eyes
There's not much time
run
Let the river come to wash me away
People of the Mardi Gras in their Tuesday best
Waiting for the South to rise again
Children of Geronimo
Try and judge me only by my time and changes
Not mistaken words, for I say many
Listen closely to my song and watch my eyes
There's not much time
the cage for criminal ways
For the fact that we couldn't take minimum wage
We had stacks in the back of the building
Brothers is crooks but we still read
We are the children and one father
Provided for by his care
Breast of one mother
And when you separate the world
Remember the relation that
no life left within them, but the memory lingers on
As nations we're divided, but as people we are one
For brothers in blood we sing that we've been
joy
New tales of two minds have just begun, side by side, one by one
Hold on to your brother, always be there for each other
Hold on to your brother
out like we knew they should
Hold on
Take your brother by the hand
Hold on
Take your sister by the hand
Hold on
Take your children by the hand
Hold
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