Lyrics:
And you will find this out if you watch
The flow of your thoughts
And it is from this connecting of thoughts
That we get the sensation that behind our
Asia
Africa and Europe, it's a small world, we truly neighbors
If they the Third World, then who the first to get to Heaven?
I know it's hard but who
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
into this new world finally - finally
Rising from the charred remains for something that I must reclaim
I am growing stronger well I have found
Can't ignore the boy I'm already by the gate
All hell breaks loose when I'm burning up the stage
I'ma give it to them
Third war (Third war) , third
the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people...who think that you
a must-visit for anyone interested in shopping and local culture. It's known for its narrow lanes and colorful stalls selling everything from spices to handmade
What's that smell? sniff
Smell something cooking and by the way
It's looking like kinda fear based trauma ha
Shall I call an amfibelance or a copter?
by the third try
And some of y'all still judge me by my worst nights
Got the spotlight feeing like a searchlight
But I'm not running from it, this my
the revolution
I’m a survivor
I Iive by Newton’s Third Law of Motion
I’m a survivor
You force my hand
I act upon it
I’m a survivor
Equivalent exchange
Karma never
him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
I'm just a damn kid from 1504
You gon walk out with me or you run out the door
I know one day we gonna go visit New York
I feel like I'm Downer cause
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
the church, wood carvers bring to life the saints and angels
The third rule is the rule of the senses, and how you must guard your heart from the many
this out for some months straight
Said we could do it in one take
How much pain from the world can a thug take
That's when she opened her flood gates
to visit graves
Who can I blame cause I can't blame da trenches?
It's not mom fault you ain't had much, so you excused from this shit
I pray to God won't
'em both in that same scenario
Survivor of the third world since he was a day old
You learn to bundle up when you heat your house with a stove
Same
inspiration
Philomath is where I go by dawn
Lawyer Jeff, he knows the lowdown
He's mighty bad to visit home
(I've been there, I know the way)
Can't get there
hurtin' the girl
How can I protect her from the world
When I couldn't even protect her from myself?
On my grandmother's grave, shit happens again
I put
and took him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail
to grow
When he gets old
No visit's to the nursing home
The weekend came and daddy
Didn't catch the flight
The root of evil grew to be
The biggest factor in
you really think so
Hope that the light of the first world
Won't dark the light of the third world
Wash the darkness from your eyes
It's time
CcNDYMcN
(VERSE 1)
Couple hundred bodies in my graveyard gravediggers my day job
Lace up my timbs and I make a visit to cdolph,
Dig them up
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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