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Black Diamond

Bee Gees

Marley Purt Drive

1970

the dead man would play
And I'm leaving in the morning
And I'm leaving in the morning

And I won't die, so don't cry. I'll be home 
Those big black

and righteous
Looking onto us for compliance its violent
Pretentious pretenders who rely on reliance
Those self centred who feel that they were selfless
Convicts

Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes

Fugees

Bootleg Versions

1996

Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!) 

[Wyclef] 
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!) 
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)

Do you cry x4
You got too much pride x4
Who gon ride x4
Who gon die tonight x4

Hook:
I'm 100-0 on st-catherine's strip, a sinner and my life is like

The Suffering

Aiden

Rain in Hell

2006

Burn! Your! Friends! [Repeat: x4]

Living is easy
With your eyes closed by and by
Do you wake up
Do you wake up and cry at night
The evil

dance by the fire in the gloomy light of the
moon. Sulfur arises from the ground, I welcome the lord.
I have seen the death of a thousand generations

me go jand? 
Who wan give me visa? 
Who wan give me contact wey
Me and brothers go carry register 

To all those times I only had one thousand naira
In

Afflicted by our own minds
So now I write this letter
To commemorate those lives
Those who survived
And for all our brothers left behind
The scent of burnt

And bought them needful books, and everyway,
Like one who does his duty by his own,
Made himself theirs and tho' for Annie's sake,
Fearing the lazy gossip

Power to those that read bell hooks
Power to those that sell books
Power to those who know how the
Inside of a cell looks
All those feeling helpless

A target for the bullets on the breeze

In a land built on a charter another unintended martyr 
A rally cry to those who have a dream
A those sworn

Firewater

Raekwon

Endangered Species

2001

stockbrokers who own Marriott's
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one 
Corner son, fake a jack, you

hearing across the country right now
From Kenosha to Kentucky
From the hood where I'm from
To the hollers in Appalachia
To everywhere in between
Those cries

may be those within that outcast ten percent of the American people
Who someday will strike back at their oppressors
But to put down that mob, a mob

Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down 
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it 

Yo, in the housing,

Muhammad ! My Lord! Forgive and have mercy and You are the Best of those who show mercy
So glorify Allāh when you reach the time of the evening and the time

Muhammad
My Lord! Forgive and have mercy and You are the Best of those who show mercy

So glorify Allāh when you reach the time of the evening and the time

Black With N V (No Vision)

Black Sheep

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

1991

love of things
For those who are inclined or better yet like to sing
But piece of mind it is my right for the spark will ignite
'Till I can catch

a new Eden
In the fire of burning souls,
Killed and set on fire by me.
Billions of slaves for thousands of generations
Doomed to eternal suffering.

I

are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing

A thousand generations falling down in worship
To sing the song of ages to the Lamb
And all who've gone before us and all who will believe
Will

A thousand generations falling down in worship
To sing the song of ages to the Lamb
And all who've gone before us and all who will believe
Will sing

So ask for childlike faith
With a lion-like heart
With the meekness of a stranger
Yet mountains start to move
When we stand with a generation
Who comes

trying to make the streets cry, streets cry
Trying hold on to my feelings
That pain a kill them
Not knowing who killed him
Make the streets cry, streets