meadow, woodland, hedgerow, pond What remains gets built upon No trains, jobs No shops, no pubs What went wrong Country life It's a little bit of country life
the Holy Word In the scheme of life It's all absurd They don't care They'd kill for the money Do or dare The thrill for the money You're saluting the flag Your country
So yea basicaly alot of people ask me how life was then... so here it is My old home smelled of good birth Boiled red beans kernal oil and hand me down
. I have my weapons so there's nothing to fear. (Another day, another life, but nothing real to show for) Fight for honor, fight for your life. Pray
see your smile Darkness goes and softness shows A changing style Just in time words that rhyme Well bless your soul Now I'll fill your hands With kisses
your smile Darkness goes and softness shows A changing style Just in time words that rhyme Well bless your soul Now I'll fill your hands With kisses
showers. Don: Not, not nude showers. Phyllis: What you mean not nude showers? Don: It's gotta be a special shower, you know. Phyllis: What kind of shower
', check it out, I want all the refugees out there to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI
wind, through the snow, through the rain Blasting, cutting through Gods country like a knife sweat stinging my eyes, there has to be a better life
"Can you tell me where my country lies?" said the unifaun to his true love's eyes. "It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe - for her merchandise
from your country. You see, you are the major purchaser of our national product, which is of course cocaine. [Host:] On one hand, you're saying the United
got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich Town house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
it right, get money You gotta freak that shit, f-freak that shit like you want it You gotta show some ass, show some tits, or show sumthin' Just like
Threats without backing in this case My dear one, show me the way to follow Even if I could die by your side With Gods bonds, hand in hand Your eyes
as ice, run the shit, on or off land And it's dry water, super flow, Sargent I Slaughter Any odd person that shows that I oughta I keep my passport passed
skies ganstas and goons Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon Westchester and West Miami where the heavy-weighters move to raise their families South Miami always showed
