Lyrics:
Teachers verse the problem children
Evil verse the honest living
People verse the politicians
[Connections Zulu Choir:]
What you've done here, is put
fellow Americans.
This is America's day. This is democracy's day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages,
Now we're down, no more seats for
Our tired men, our choir sings, still no more hope
Our fire brings these violent things, corrupt our throats
By
Hope, hope is all you have left
I just hope, hope that you have strength
To cope with your last breath
I just hope that you cope in the darkness
mind
On his way to parole hope it get it
Middle finger to the warden hope he get it
Ni**as wanna take it there they know he make it
Fresh shakes take
I hear the church bells ringing
A children's choir singing
Christmas songs are playing on repeat
I could go wherever, but if we're not together
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
an oven shared, by whole neighborhoods
Sharing here is still normal, it is more community than individuality
Although sometimes that means, there's just
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
nights
With peace for every nation
Stable scenes
And evergreens
With snow still glistening
Angels grace
This humble place
With hopes of our salvation
On Christmas nights
With peace for every nation
Stable scenes
And evergreens
With snow still glistening
Angels grace
This humble place
With hopes
I hear the church bells ringing
A children's choir singing
Christmas songs are playing on repeat
I could go wherever, but if we're not together
by the gravel road
He'd hum that song as he walked along with the faraway look in his eyes
And he sat there by the road all day watched them fine
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編：Mr. Joey Villaneuva
We are the world we are the children
We are the ones to make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're
too
And while the sun goes down
The world goes by
White dove
Fly with the wind
Take our hope under your wings
For the world to know
That
In What A Mess
Surely Mc Chaos Would Go By
Genius I'm Afraid !
[Maindream]
There's No Time Left
We Must Act !
We Have No Choice About To Save
The Mc
you get by?
I hope to study further,
A few more years or so. I also hope
To keep a steady high
Will you try to change
Things, use the power
talked about -
You feel there are still some
Grounds for hope about the destiny of
Homo sapiens is that right?
Sinatra: Absolutely i'm never cynical
Never
Ain’t it, ain’t it, ain’t it, ain’t it, ain’t it, ain’t it
Children are hope
It’s their constant bright fresh faces of personified innocence
That is
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