Lyrics:
begun
Like in 1981
Were we just
Blinded by the sun?
Back in 1981
Hear the music
Feel the rhythm
cnd the heartbeat
Of the days gone
Back in 1981
apologize
All the while, I'm still a twinkle in my mammy's eye
Until that day
1981
Last in a long line of slaves blocked by obstacles
And first of the worst
acutely choose to call the old good days?
But we've been scraping by our teeth through lives we didn't mean to lead
And I can barely tell you what I did
To The Hills, Total Eclipse, Number Of The Beast, and Remember Tomorrow live. Aaah!
Box number four. Do you like it so far? What a great set of singles and all
Use your telephone, eat your food
And go down on uncle Jesse
My fucking fat daughter getting
Plowed by that kid
He's like a fucking discount
Kmart Kirk
an army tank above us by a bloody thread
you bought our government they crawl like bleating sheep to you
we know from history that human life is cheap
to look like the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat
I did, I lived like any street kid
But I was handed 20 books, others were handed 20 year bids
Still they wouldn't sell to your mother or your wife
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
I tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way"
With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fades
My number one rule is
Deliver us(yeah), deliver us (what, yeah)
Deli-deliver us
And what the people say? We wanna live it up
And what the people want? Please deliver
kids, Kids fighting kids
Kids so in love all their fits were solved in fists
So much innocence, lost just by ignorance
Every thought a kids mind sees that
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
With the black
In it, black hoodie, consciousness
And black fact
Yo, a young kid was shot, is the cry we heard
Like Emmett Till
It was tears and hearts
white kid didn't pay nobody by the shift
I was greedy as hell
Based my life off thief 1981 I did all the labor myself
Bought so much shit
They wouldn't
what's good
I get live
In my pocket, see the wood
Don't lie to me
Get your money up
If you wanna sit with us
And if you wanna get with us
Don't lie to me
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?
Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars
We don't give a fuck
the building by Miuccia
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
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Offset:
Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L.
killed my homie
(Aye)
I got the waves you might spot me wit a sea check
When I'm back I want my spot like a seat check
(Aye)
This is for us stoner kids
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit
That stab shit rock a flag and don’t give a
Fuck about US flag
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