Lyrics:
dinner till ten
And young Bobbie Carr
Did a stunt at the bar
With a lot of extraordinary men
Dear Baba arrived with a turtle
Which shattered us all
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people still
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people still
And I dare not frown for
Fear of what comes out
Sing a song, kitty sing it
Sing it, kitty sing it
Some people don't think that Lily
Is smart enough
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
more than a whimsy
By way of contrast
On Saturday last
I went to a marvelous party
We didn't start dinner till ten
And young Bobbie Carr
Did a stunt
(young black man)
5’9 with dreads
Crazy that they judge you just by the hair on yo head
Over time the feds
Made us a living target cause they wanted us
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
who killed who. We are here
today to witness the union of two young people in the joyful bond
of the holy wedlock. Unfortunately, one of them, my son
I admit I done made some mistakes
And I have some imperfect ways (I have some imperfect ways)
I admit I helped so many people (I helped so many)
of gin, in case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a ridah
Nobody cries when we die, we Outlawz, let me ride
Until I get free
I live my life in
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Some people walk baby
Some people run baby
Some people fly
I'm living up in the sky baby
Some people laugh baby
Some people cry baby
Some people die
payback on each & every man that ever robbed me for their money cries
So the good can die young
They say the Good die young
& Good People goes to Heaven
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
Some people steal and some people lie
Some people kill, and I wonder why
When some people real, and some people fly
Some people cry cause some people
despise
Her love for the young sky boy he would destroy
Feet in the earth
Heads in the sky
We watch the world go by
Feet in the earth
Heads in
gotta get clean
Gotta get glowin, gotta get more wins
Yeshua still think about me, cuz I think about when
People pressured my end, cnd the people was me
Now I sit by my window
Watch the sun goin' down, down
And I see all the people
Walkin' around and 'round
Every tear rollin' down
Is a lesson
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
DarkaShade: Group narratives of everyday people's hardship and cries while living in the ghetto: It deals with lost parental relationship; a father missing out
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