Lyrics:
their so cold the white men
The po Code
Chicago
A cold zone
Oppression
Oh no no
In US we don't know
The box lies
Ironic
So Biden, stay by us
Our lives
And marching down the centuries we go
America, we're standing by
From Canada to Mexico
From Canada to Argentine
Our brotherhood of free men never doubts
And we are live in
3, 2, 1, Action
Hello, good evening
Thank you for tuning into Disaster America
This just in
California is still on fire
They just
them straps down 'cause if you let them stay dead
Every death in black America is gang related
Yeah
[Chorus:]
A change is gonna come to our lives
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Looking out a dirty old window
Down
A mi name Swnkah coming live
Kingston vibe, rock roots, youth promotion
Big up RZA, Mathematics, whole Wu-Tang Clan
A we come fi chant down out
We Trust
He's still watching over all of us
And my America
The American dream still lives in this town
And for our children, we gotta pass it down
get it like I live
God damn mother fucker what I gotta give
Way back in DC, I live
On the way to that everlasting life
Will they rob you? Yeah, they
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (woah)
We're the kids in America (woah)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
Staring out at the old man
Watching the trains go by
Well, he lives his life on promises
But I'm afraid the promise is all he's got
You know
Uh, yeah made in Black America
Metaphor for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean
On my papers like a editor
I flow like a reservoir, dog
Rap
we go down to the beach
Sun is up and I'm feeling It's the time for some healing
Surfin down the perfect coast line by the beaches Las Americas
god
But why do I (we) live by these man made laws
Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill
But I lost too many niggas and some say they
and the blue, that’s me and it’s you
And where are you now, Mr. America
We need you here, right by our side
Where are you now, Mr. America
There’s no place
Daytona by sunrise
Warm liquor and dollar bills
We can live by the beach side
We can live in America
You and me by the shore line
You and me in America
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
This is not
America
This is not
Yet the end
Thought you'd be free
By 'right to choose'
And now you can
So all will lose
Don't kid yourself
are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
FIGHT! FIGHT
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
America! America! God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Faith in our
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
lives, too much pride
Punished by gluttony; the wrath of our being
Controlled by emotion, no patience in seeing
That Envy is useless and won't make us
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