Lyrics:
I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay.
I was mighty, mighty tired,
I had gone a long, long way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
Is there
your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are
I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired
I had gone a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in there
Is there
the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that
I remember long ago
How I wondered where I'd go
While the blizzards
Cold wind and snow
Pounded outside my window
California sunset
Going down
on us
And every heartbeat pounded
The only thing that's left to do
When they got you all surrounded
She fired that old pistol
But we didn't stand a prayer
the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that
And it was far to the end
I glanced at my guitar
And played it pretendin'
That of all the eyes out there
I could see none
As her thoughts pounded
Mother earth
They have made so many scars upon your face
The beauty you once had could never be replaced
Long before our birth
You were pounded
slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
Till I
on his shirt back to Mary he did run
She sighed "Billy, oh Billy, what have you done?"
He ran to his ma's trailer but the lights were dim
He pounded
blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang
duh
Had him on the floor
He was like "Yo, yo, get him off!"
Had to get the nigga off just in time
Pounded on him for like 2 seconds or whatever
Got
I remember long ago
How I wondered where I'd go
While the blizzards, cold wind and snow
Pounded outside my window.
California sunset
Going
[Chorus]
[Daz]
This how we hustle for the paper, cause the hustle get harder
I'm dog pounded out, an Atlanta Brave starter
Money, weed, and bitches, 24
The harmony’s just in your head
It’s almost as if I have been everywhere
Almost tasted the food, almost breathed in the air
But nobody’s heart ever pounded
From
Retaliate
Essence of man
Avid to prevail
In a world of distrust
Indoctrination
Hate and disgust
All life pounded to dust
Retaliate
Exterminate
Retaliate
that ain't yours
How many days
Hot sun blazing through the pouring rain, sugarcane
I feel funny but I can't explain, in my brain
Motel pounded by
out
Fill your lungs up
We all hurt
We all lie
And nothing stays the same
Let your guard down
Get your heart pounded
We all bleed
We all breathe
(He) pounded my head with a rubber hammer
Now I'm shorter by over half a meter
I don't look down on anyone anymore
I don't spit on anybody's head
dark and distant yet we all fall in line
For it controls who gets the scraps; When
We are pounded with fear
Day in day out enslaved to its foul ends with
marched into the battlefield
Into the heart of goodness, the heart of god
The hearts that pounded too long strangled more and more
Strength was given into
can't handle (shit I can handle)
Ho get slandered, the pussy get pounded (pounded)
How she get more up, dicking you down (down)
Thirty and two-hundred,
Sam was a carpenter fifty years
He pounded out blood, sweat and tears
One day he hung his hammer up
He wanted to do the things he loved
What once
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