Lyrics:
prisons, you don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars against the new non-rich
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons, you don't even flinch
the prison
I can only love you
By hating him more
That's not the truth,
It's too big a word
He believed
That love is theft
Love and war,
The theft
prisons, you don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars against the new non-rich
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons, you don't even flinch
And you may win this war that's coming
But would you tolerate the peace?
Investing in munitions
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
We're born in a prison
Raised in a prison
Sent to a prison called school
We cry in a prison
We love in a prison
We dream in a prison like
And you may win this war that's coming
But would you tolerate the peace?
Investing in munitions
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden
you then
Before our age was through
And before a world war does with us
Whatever it will do
Dreamt I drove home to Houston
On a highway that was
you then
Before our age was through
And before a world war does with us
Whatever it will do
Dreamt I drove home to Houston
On a highway that was
Artist - somebody didn't hear me
(What'd he say?)
Artist - formerly known as Prince
You gotta get your peace on
Peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what
War over me
I'm standing on the front lines, I'm fighting for my soul
I've walked the self-destructive lonely road
I read the warning signs but
War over me
I'm standing on the front lines
I'm fighting for my soul
I've walked a self-destructive lonely road
I wrap the warning signs
But
[Footsteps]
[Interlude]
[Ice Cube:] Heheh! Heh! [footsteps]
[Prison Guard:] Yeah! Get him now. [keys clinking] 'Ey, Cube!
[Ice Cube:]...
There's a war (there's a war)
The kingdom's on fire, the blood of a young messiah
I see sinners in a church, I see sinners in a church
Sometimes
The FEMA plans to imprison American citizens have generated
A lot of interest around the country
In locating the potential prison camps throughout
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees
When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze
That's when I wonder how sad
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
line
To prison and take a message to Shyne
Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero
It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
flair
You see the enemy everywhere
Hate shines like burning bridges in your eyes
In love and war we stand alone
Trustin' nothin' but our own, Red
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