Lyrics:
of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
It's
the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response
hope for peace
for our children,
for our country,
for our world,
for our future,
oh, John, let's hope for peace,
let's hope for peace.
Peace -
peace,
weren't
Running out of time?
Would you stand by your decisions
Or would you change your mind?
Love, hate
Night, day
Waiting for the future
Standing
and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is
and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
and everyone has recourse to the law
and no-one kills the children anymore
and no-one kills
and start re-building I'm Black Jesus for the Streets,Five loaves two fishes this all I got to feed the children/
Hook
Homeland to the slaves ships Slaves
the wisdom of age
The smiles of merchants lit by patrons in the street
The sound of music escapes through the pores of our feet
cnd so we dance...dance in
of Wall Street they all have skins to shed
Like the blood they sell to idiots
In the last bloodshed
Some people passing by may have thought that I was dead
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
Ain't nothing gonna change for anyone till all of us stand up to say
Too many children living in poverty
Abused by the system Lost in Society
All
the children get crossed
Get lost get struck by vehicles
With no car facts
These type of rides can't buy at a car max
Self hatred from hatred
The process is
(The next day, late afternoon we are in
A populous and dirty street of London
Near Holborn a
Street of rotten tenements people
Mill to and fro
to these ni**as what the streets taught
I’m still suffering from the pain the streets brought
Every night before I sleep I say a prayer or two
Cause you
my mom's vaginal
Cavity, now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks
Had to watch my back in the New York streets
Fly, like an aeroplane, more powerful
children to live on
Wanna hurt and try to hate, 'cause she know the thrill is gone
Say man, I stopped smoking wit' haters back in ninety-four
But niggas
the wicked ways
We all lost children, pray for papers, and smokin' our lives away
Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night
She say she
stay up late night till it's clicking
We stay livin' do it for the woman and children
Yeah come again, we been outside heaven sent we been outside by
long nights
Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet
Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street
Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt
more heart that's calling me from the blue
Children living in the streets where they play
While nearby an old man cries
Brother, can you, can you
and my fellow female mammals, animals
Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages
Minds haunted by our children's faces
They mace us, with
creepy, crazy, funny, gory it’s Halloween!!!
This is the night of Mask, tonight the night of knife
Children afraid by this clown and I say BOOOO
Boys
They never know say that I would ah win the fight
They never know say I'll fly high like a kite
They never know say that I black like a night
But
mom with cancer
Thinking hit the road fuck the streets up cause a massacre
I only trust lil bro shooting out the passenger
This that bullet niggaz
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