the nation So fuck college and a good education All we need to learn is how to hold hands Then we could live in peace in my homeland God damn the way
all pray Each in his own way Teaching and Learning And we can work it out We'll have a warm bed We'll have some warm bread And shelter from the storm
had everybody duckin and runnin checkin for any Kinda shelter cause them peoples man they at it again If you aint heard or seen it then you better pretend
with the niggaz on that real bloodspill shit My rap-pin tac-tics are drastic Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my pedigreeeee You better
be a family? I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything Can we work it out? Can we be a family? I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't leave
a family? I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything Can we work it out? Can we be a family? I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't leave
shelter I had to resort Helter skelter I went as downhill I sped To the trees at the old fairy fort I pulled up my bike be a tree in the gripe To find shelter
better I'ma stickwitu forever Nobody gon take me higher I'ma stickwitu You know how to appreciate me I'ma stickwitu, my baby Nobody ever made me feel this way
's my radio dial Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime What better place than here What better
out that box, it's my radio dial! [Chorus] [guitar riff] [*whispers*] It has to start somewhere.. It has to start sometime... What better place than here?.. What better
there was a time when we sailed on together once had a dream that we shared on the way there was a place where we used to seek shelter I never knew the
me, oh, oh, oh, oh, eh, eh Your love surrounds me on my tender shelter I know no one could ever love me better Nothing could make me feel the way I feel
Run down cobbled road as fast as I could fly with fast footstep and baited breath away from the cry stepped into a cellar to shelter from the pace when
I find shelter, in this way Under cover, hide away Can you hear, when I say? I have never felt this way Maybe I had said, something that was wrong Can
Eve in Birmingham It's a long, long way from Bethlehem Mary and Joe live outside of town On an old, run-down farm Mary says, Joe, you'd better get the
in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house