Lyrics:
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
Lay down your head
You're not alone
Anywhere you go, I follow
We are the children of the sun
That's all you need to know
Lay down your head
You're
cream man in broad day
Now I'm running from the police, don't know how but I got away
Selling weed to my homies, and a girl in the building that know me
you sure all the children are
And will be safe in the world
We are too busy making for them
Or you just don't care or you care to dare
Are you sure
the truth their land
Let's shake it, break it, they are damned
The number of the light is in the blink of an eye
It is the time of revolution, wash away all
my religion
That is in my soul and in my heart
No one could ever change my mind, oh, no
'Cause I got you here right by my side
You are my love
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
in the world
are the darling children.
Fatten them up.
Fatten them up.
Fatten darling children up.
The most delicious things
in the world
are
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
children won't be judged by the color of their skin
But by the content of their character
It's been like 50 years
And ain't shit change in America
I still
the streets, while you keep enforcing your violence
What is a man if he can't defend his children being, slaughtered by multiple gangs
Doing their thang,
now, I'm selling shows
Bookin' hotels with my girl and givin' dap to Cole
You seen a couple mill, now you running low
You felt a couple thrills, now you
now, I'm selling shows
Bookin' hotels with my girl and givin' dap to Cole
You seen a couple mill, now you running low
You felt a couple thrills, now you
children
Dancing by the bay
Rock in Monterey
The roads are running through the plain
Many roads are running through the plain
I'll see you on the road
And to enter the new century with their own prophecy
The century of amends
You see I deal with the premise that all children are ours
And that we all travel
and penniless
That's the price you pay for running away from the stress
Feeling the pain like dance by the DJ
Reminds me of a time when things were ok
above
These are the demons wearing skins, sinning, taking kids
Chasing states for years, creating fear, fake for real
Touching minds like touching mimes,
locked away
In prison for not paying alimony
Elite motherfuckers been diggin bunkers
And diddling their children
Once risen the truth will not be stoppable
locked away
In prison for not paying alimony
Elite motherfuckers been diggin bunkers
And diddling their children
Once risen the truth will not be stoppable
locked away
In prison for not paying alimony
Elite motherfuckers been diggin bunkers
And diddling their children
Once risen the truth will not be stoppable
to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away- we'll do it.
Why sit around, resugned?
Trouble is, son,
The farther you run,
The more you feel undefined
For
running dry
More starving children die
As their mommas wonder why
Must the bullets keep flying by
Let's please give peace a try
No more racist tempers
Ignore their chants
Away beast
Resurrection
Ignite the black flame
The sisters are back
With a virgin to blame
I smell children
They'll steal your breath
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