Lyrics:
poor and powerless to break out of their poverty
Are also those who by and large are non-white, non-western, third world
Poverty and powerlessness are
all (two-faced)
Tryna fit into a world with no (new space)
Commit third degree murder (what for?)
Tryna play me like a Hollywood Whore
(First place)
I live in a world that's different than your world
Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy
Those things don't exist in
supposedly on it's way
Too little, too late
We are all responsible for the
Third world we create
Now we try to help these people
But we're too fucking late
The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it all
The third world's got hunger and military control
This unequal balance is a master plan
One
me of all my sins
I believe in my heart that you died and resurrected on the third day by God
Today I accept you as my Lord and my Saviour
Cleanse me
Carry on
A hero gets there by the dawn
It's too late to save the blighted from their shockwave
Coroner's working overtime
First, second, third world
American corporate system
Controls the world's economy
Decides who's richor poor
Suffer the third world country
No change, no future, we're Lost
pie a la mode
I'm gonna need my own zip code
When you're only having seconds
I'm having twenty-thirds
When I go to get my shoes shined
I gotta
Materialized and disintegrated
Returned without rescue
The new warden
Into the world's trap
Turn to animals in shifts
Twisting meals into myths
Third expedition
I'm not surprised, rest of the world goes by on by, mile on by
That was one hell of a dream, can't decide if it was destiny or if it coincides with
Please, old man stop this misery
They're countin' out the devil with two fingers on their hands
Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land
On World
see the red land in front of
Me that I need to cross
I decalcify, I decalcify
I decalcify cause I want my third eye
I decalcify, I decalcify
I
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The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and niggas need summer
At times my
-P. Barrett-
One of the greatest four letter words
My eyes have behold and my ears ever heard
I say every other thing come second and third
Love
of the third world war
Villains
Villains of the third world war
Devoured by violence
This poor land
Will remain the same
Submitted to the itchy palm of Great
(If the world was a small town)
Probably would've gone to the courthouse
Have one or two babies by now
Couple little Southern angels
You'd be
fate
The third world war
It's almost here
But we still drink, dance
cnd have no fear
Our technology
Can bring us hope
But it's our actions
That must help
up at seven
To the sound of my alarm
Sometimes I read about the third world
And the hunger there you find
Sometimes love it can be blue
Red
that was of value to me was in London.
By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
Technically brilliant
I see your indigo
Ooo whoa
The glow
In your third eye's flow
Crafted by the cosmos
I see your indigo
The sun
The moon
My gaze in
The green countryside's replaced by wastelands full of tires
Memories in crystal sands now flooded in our packages
A World Bleeding Garbage values
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