cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me in
Traduction: Sons And Daughters. Dance Me In.
sorries cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me
You count the centuries I blink my eyes Hawks and sparrows race in my waters Stingrays are floating Across the sky Little ones, my sons and my daughters
. Hit the town and it's astounding me, She fits me like a glove. I'm downing it, she downing it, We drown ourselves in love, And love tastes good to me
owned. Pray for your sons and your daughters- You didn't refuse. Well the first one, Weak arms- Right or wrong. First off, we'll dance when we dance
him or me and I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews wanna
mothers giving birth, seen beautiful orphans dance An old man turns and covers his eyes, he was never supposed to cry With sons and daughters and home and
sons and daughters in all their glory its gonna shape 'em And when they dance and come together, and start a rising Just drink the water where you came from, where you came from And
They'll vanish when you shut your eyelids Thinking of it is painful It's better to accept it all Thinking of all the mothers and the daughters And the fathers and the sons
You count the centuries, I blink my eyes Hawks and sparrows race in my waters Stingrays are floating across the sky Little ones, my sons and my daughters
so good night ladies and good night gentlemen keep those cards Letters coming and please don't Call again. geronimo and little nancy marilyn and john f. dancing
left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children's eyes Prodigal sons and wayward daughters Carry mandalas that they might Be delivered from the depths of darkness And born again by candlelight And
misery, in misery, in misery We are living in misery but we have to hold on Yes, we have to hold on You and I, we are the sons and daughters of kings
to rape And bought into Hollywood and Hefner's sly hate Millions of Marilyns who died for their lovers Seducing a culture of good sons and daughters Reading
up We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin' Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas And
