Put a pair of black shoes on that man get another black shroud for him wake up in this nightmare wipe the sweat from your brow lokkin' for a change
Put a pair of black shoes on that man get another black shroud for him wake up in this nightmare wipe the sweat from your brow lokkin' for a change to
got gone And left us all alone Now she in the club with a freaky dress on cats don?t want her to keep that dress on Tryin to get enough drinks in her system
a bulletin on in car system Bad blood is back There are those who complain There are those who cope There are those who lose all belief There are those
time Time kills You're lowering hopes much too much Getting into the grind much too much And losing faith in your abilities The loyalty to your beloved system Of belief
Operatin under the crooked American system too long OutKast, pronounced out cast Adjective meaning homeless, or unaccepted in society But let's look deeper
to avoid, choose to ignore... Gods must weep! New philosophies arise, exhibiting intolerance, With religious intensity. Once ideals are outlined, belief systems
voices calling you? Locked into a conference room, "We're only what our minds assume..." And rationale is leaving you This conceit, these systems of belief
life Reaching out to the four cardinal points Satan, Lucifer, Belial, Leviathan Trapped behind the false moral confines of Christianity Your self-destructive belief system
Alive and kicking Rock and roll around my head Fifty watts happening Rock and roll around my head Like a six string belief The declaration framed
I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general In the battle between God and the Devil I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system
to the system They promising returns then question what you gettin' We should believe in the reasons we existing Time for renaissance to reawaken what is with it Belief
the happy Buddha with his hands in the air Hands up and feel confused, define tomorrow Your belief system ain't louder than my car system Nigga walked
mess we're in Which way do we go, and was there ever a plan? It seems I'm getting old ya see And I can't avoid responsibility Stuck in a box of popular belief
got your bus and got gone and left us all alone Now she in the club with a freaky dress on Passed on keep that dress on Trying to get enough drinks in her system
what you do so let's show political prisoners, homeless humans, organizations various movements that the people in America have some discipline to act on their belief
I don't believe nothing is wrong I don't relive my past I don't believe in much I don't believe in the system It never works the way it should I wanna
