he's the fool he's gotta pay For the faults in our society No rehabilitation, just pain and disgust Is he locked away from us or are we locked away
he's the fool he's gotta pay For the faults in our society No rehabilitation, just pain and disgust Is he locked away from us or are we locked away from
now i'm gonna have to face it These are the days These are the days between your hopes and fears These are the moments that are still locked here
ya happy I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy, come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust me close ya
please please please Take away my anxiety The sane and the insane rivalry Paranoias brought me to my knees Lord please please please Take away my anxiety My head keeps running away
Spanish train still runs between, Guadalquivir and old Saville, And at dead of night the whistle blows, And people fear she's running still... And far away
one that can make it through times of despair; I am free!" They built up a symbol of warning to give me fear, to keep me away from paradise although
when Cassius Clay flipped the script Taking trips to Zimbabwe Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy) It be the God stricken, God nutrition
the shadows tidy books and in between the rooms you?ve left me nothing but words, a wreath of locks Oh God, you?ve left me nothing but words The walls
your stuck at the bar When you fear its all over I would'nt turn away When you?re dead broke you don?t ask for money On a sunday you dont talk to God
want me in your cell You don't like my songs well it pays the bills And you cut me down cuz I keep it real Sometimes I wanna fly far away from here To
ll never catch my patt-er-ns Soul surrounds this Plant like the rings upon Sa-tur-n Yo, I'm fatter than many, came to kick away any job Umm, cat, conniver
we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay say, hey! Come come and see the way we play ?? away day In and
ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders baby Strange Days got the Tecca Nina goin crazy [Verse 1:] Hear this I'm back from Necropolis, N9ne hip-hop stylist, Fear
I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script Taking trips to Zimbabwe Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy) It be the God stricken, God
Fear of the devil, that's kept me alive Now I have to answer, 'cause God's not on my side I rode to Montana and California, too Down to Arizona, yeah,