Lyrics:
not who I am, this is not for us
Our sons and daughters will be better than this
They will be better than us
your daughters and tell your sons
To put down their loaded guns and
Ain't no use in giving the fire if they've never felt desire
There are no wrongs in
all my daughters, i love all my sons
and fuck a label if you ain't either one,
i got a room and a table so c'mon, let's get drunk
i got that boom (x8)
at the borders
Waiting to exist again
Brothers, sisters, sons and daughters
Denied our so-called golden streets
Running from demolished lives
Into walls
Got a pension plan and a daughter at Uni sons in a band they aint broke through yet clock on the wall flashing his life away its already tomorrow
Kids dying somebody's son daughter nephew and nieces R.I.P big bro I swear I miss you man I wish I was right up there hanging with you man In the hood
somewhere for somebody else's place
To feel like home
Rejected sons, nobody's daughters
Waiting to be called
By their names
We're all humans, we need
Sensacional
Cultural
Fenomenal
Tropical
Sensacional
Cultural
Fenomenal
Lyrics by Thalma de Freitas
© 2018 Greenflash Publishing, LLC
Tropical Surrealism
change the world
That can save our sons and daughters
I'll be praying for the widow all alone
Sewing clothes for a loaf of bread
It is not my fault
for you
In the year 6565
You won't need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass
mother, son, or daughter
It can happen at anyplace, at anytime
It can happen as I'm runnin' down this rhyme
First degree murder, blood flows red
One day
everything in sight, might hit your daughter and son
I got robbers from River, and none of my shooters gon' run
Put it in my little boy Devin name, so he can
You heat up my burning sun
We'll push things higher than
We have never ever done
We'll teach our daughter
And we'll teach our son
Please please
Victorious, in unholy ruin
We march towards the risen swords
Astride her winds of darkness and death
Driven by the past battle winds
As our fallen sons
You heat up my burning sun
We'll push things higher than
We have never ever done
We'll teach our daughter
And we'll teach our son
Please please
to the sons and the daughters
The progeny of a taker of life
Killing is all that we know
Feel my scourge upon the earth
Danger dances within and the war rages on
Kiss our sons and daughters as we march off to die
For god! For country! We fight for a lie
Roll the dice
of white mansions still
The fire inside their hearts to kill
Each other? the memories that lie where ash remains.
They marched all the fathers and sons
parent mums,
Havin' the hardest time tryn'a survive for their daughters and their sons
Be comin' out their yutes, cause their yutes are left out there,
Or fall, slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess (say what?), the one who rocks the hardest (say what?)
Uh, uh, definitely show
day we'd be fightin' in the suburban war
Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on The opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
Have your father's sons
Have the daughters of your mothers
You think you're so special
If only to pretend
But, however, much the time
We're our
Have your father's sons
Have the daughters of your mothers
You think you're so special
If only to pretend
But, however, much the time
We're our
on my chest
When I got hit by that car I thought life was mess, I thought life was a mess
But I was able to ball so I know that I'm blessed, know that
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