with honour and pride Through the years to my final journey I will alaways remember this day -And I hold my hands high -Embraced by this moment I'm one with
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all, and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's free now, thanks
across the land every rockin' band Was blowing up a storm The guitarman got famous The businessman got rich And in every bar there was a super star With a seven
land every rockin' band was blowin' up a storm and the guitar man got famous the business man got rich and in every bar there was a superstar with a seven
the land every rockin' band Was blowing up a storm The guitarman got famous The businessman got rich And in every bar there was a super star With a seven
I'm down a one way street With a one night stand With a one track mind Out in no man's land (The punishment sometimes don't seem to fit the crime) Yeah
St. Andreas seven years ago shove it up their richters redlines stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears spoke but how discouraging when no one
went by, bloomed bright the free-sown flower of our culture Across the boundaries of Europe, this no idle boast in our mouths : When Romans ranged on the seven hills with
I say fly away home to Zion (fly away home) One bright morning when man work is over man will fly away home (Busta Rhymes) Take it back to the home land
Take my style, let me show you how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in
wanna fuck with you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga Better check my manuscript drugdealer, killa, cabbage peeler Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with
off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land
