Lyrics:
it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own moves
Think for yourself
The world listened? Cool. What’s next?
We gotta try to keep that fire lit right where our heart is
They indicted a couple of police, but we will finish what
World by storm
We're standing side by side
Right through the
1-2-1-2-1-2-3-4
The world By storm
It's in our heads
It's in our hearts
We elect few that walk on by
The race is won, we are sure of it
We are deceptive in our size
We are weighed, never counted
When the end-line, I meet
I
the world for you
Take every sound and rearrange your soul
In a way that lets you live forever
Inside your own soul
Is a man who doesn't feel at all
When was
if we can't agree
How the world turns
Who made the sun
Who owns the sea
The world we know will fall piece by piece
Sat down up close
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me
(Everybody now, come on now)
We are the world (we are the world)
We are
souls is the real bag
My wife love me, God mo'! That's the real bag
Makin a difference in this world is the real bag
Knowledge is power, read somethin',
surface
Our latest is half the runtime still your nervous
You ain't putting that work in, you show it
We in the backdrop balling, you know it
No days off,
to pen as Christ's disciples survival for our revival
Serpents underneath the surface seizing ya purpose
Demons lurkin’ when ya hurtin’
We determined
Making these songs is a manifestation
For awakening, my heart is aching
I see so many people being swayed by the crown
We need to think on our own, use
contained by doubt
There's a feeling inside me that began with you
Guess it's time I tried me some ephemeral glue
We're meat draped on frames without our
to trick myself
Into thinking I was being serviced by a nurse
You can't even imagine what the fuck I've been through
I'm psycho, I'll rub my own nut all
shapes the world
Let’s put our heads together
Together shake the world
We don’t need to go out big man
Start with ur own country
Fuck it start with ur own
to the surface of this paper.
when we mark our lives with anything but Grace
i find that truth is easy to efface.
for drowning in self-hate’s undertow
we’ve
To surface from his world to us
Even if he could invade our space, he wouldn't, knows his place
And knows exactly where he came from
I can't lay a finger
don't realize
Is that by being so focused on seeing colors our perspectives polarize
To a vibration so distorted and dehumanized even as we
Kill our own
imagine if we stop shooting our own kind
I'm a Crip with no color lines, that means I'm colorblind
I learned that, turnt at, Willie Lynch, burned that
G
was really meant to shine
All because I fucking rhyme, creatin' some designs
No matter what's happenin' at the end I'm getting by
Like Biggie said our
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
the chorus
Never alone, flanked by our own
Like these words were written
And the bands will rise and fall
And some will barely scratch the surface of their
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