Lyrics:
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
ain't really learnin'
He been in church but say that he ain't moved by any sermon
His face weak, he ain't prayed in a week
he wake up and just weep
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
shapes the land
The way the hammer shapes the hand
Gleaming faces in the checkout counter at the Church of Fame
The lucky winners cheer Casino Nation
All
in the land of the sheep
Wide awake but fast asleep
Can't think for yourself
Lie down get beat
By the media's primary function
Brainwash
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
wouldn't last
Then came California
When I first saw open water
In the land of opportunity
I knew I was getting hotter
I knew I was getting hotter
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
As your ABC
Murder by numbers
One, two, three
It's as easy to learn
Just turn on your TV
The world seems to get twisted day by day
Now everything must change so everything can remain the same!
Land of contrasts
Ranting and repeating all
this only because no man would teach me
Learned more from women than you muthafuckers easily
Feel 33 but 59 like Dpreem Geez these
Snake come by
Oh oh, oh oh
The sands and winds of time
Have blown me over and they're haunting you
You count the years gone by as you clutch a photograph
That
Man, we be getting hotter than our feet up in the sand
Jumping off a plane, like "where we boutta go and land?"
I've been feeling fresher than
How many people know the truth?
I find my truth in mystical philosophy
The mystical law of a faraway land
La mia gente soffre, piange e non sorride
understand a generation
Where no one is
Trying to be the bigger man in the
Land of the free, home of the snakes
Prone to get bitten whether you're
Alone
I've kissed the land
I felt the womb
torn up and damned
It's now a tomb
Cry of the lamb
Been lost to you
Then slit the throat
Give it the doom
I've
(Finna start landing)
She catch a flight to Japan
Don't know where I land
the deal still gone stand
(Huh)
I walk on Demi god timing I can't get
yeah
Aiyyo Son let me let me put you on to what happened
how it went down check it (tell me Son, word up)
Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment
Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega entertainment
Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment
D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it
Face
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, too many
en my hart op laat skaterlag
Nuus op die TV en in die koerant
Daar's vuur en daar's honger en storms in die land
Maar ek voel die goudpyls van son op
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