Disunified nations, dancing to one song Army in the street, giving the right beat No books just TV, no one who seems to see And everybody loks gray,
change Disunified nations, dancing to one song Army in the street, giving the right beat No books just TV, no one who seems to see And everybody loks gray
and do it over Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head The first time in
me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess. They say I shot a man named Gray
diary entry's end Where I wrote You make me happy Oh, when skies are gray You make me happy Oh, when skies are gray and gray and gray Well the clock
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'Cause if there's one thing that
the track You drop the ball,i pick up the slack And you ask me why my hairs gray Twisting, turning Losing all sense of yearning Living and learning The pressure keeps on burning
keeps on burning my soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my soul (burning
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that
a prayer for his wife and his children, Who burn the fires and who still till the earth. And when I search a faceless crowd, A swirling mass of gray
guiding hand. Please...please give me strength to bear my scars. There's a poison in my brain. You kiss me on my head. Underneath this pale gray sky.
the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn
't find my way back home lost my head down there some where could we just be gone alone lived in doubt of fear i've shown gazing down a long gray road
?t find my way back home lost my head down there some where could we just be gone alone lived in doubt of fear I?ve shown gazing down a long gray road