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all connect just like the real world
Where all the moments lead to and fro
And back to each other moment
In from and behind future and past meeting
nature but only evil manifests itself within us
The surface world is gone, our numbers dwindle but there is hope that we will
Recover and conquer our new
world
Bitches stay wet like a Jheri curl
And niggas in there deep like she was a pearl
Steady looking for hickeys like they name was Earl
And they
The moon and stars they wept
The morning sun was dead
The Savior of the world was fallen
His body on the cross
His blood poured out for us
struggle
That inspires men to stand up for their rights
And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world
We can look back to these
all the legends have died
Helps ease the pain smoke a blunt its just going by
All my emotions are gone, don’t even bother to cry
Music is a little place
wonder I get speared by my peers, yeah I'm a target
It used to take a nation of millions for niggas not to be
Amerikkka's Most gave America hope
Back when
couldn't read, I couldn't write
Any attempt to do so
Punishable by death
For generations
We have known of knowledge's infinite power
Yet somehow
We've never
player to come thru huge tonight
Yeah
We hope to see big numbers from
Our starting quarterback
Number 21
Marc Papers
Get ya papers up
Touchdown
How I run
My whole world changed forever
Back in 1964
When flight 101 from London
Touched down upon our shore
We were a generation mourning
Our loss in 63
But
the system cage'em
They could have thrived off the knowledge that their daddy gave'em
Generations of our trauma thru our households
Fuck the streets, real
English sun, she has come
To kiss my face and tell me I'm that chosen one
A generation soaked in grief
We're drying out and hanging on by the skin of our
kidding about it lemme tell ya
Where ever the fuck niggas at
We'll be elsewhere legends in the making
We The Worse Generation
It's The Golden Age of Piracy
bright
Laundo ka hai craze,launde jeete apni life
Yeah, we're the future, we're the flame.
Generation Blaze, we own the game.
Ignite the world, let our
a living virus
This is the future you have created
This is the world you have set ablaze
All your lies are coming true
All freedom is lost
All hope is
up like your eye against a torch
The world will all be torched like one big fireball
Fuck it most of you won't listen you're all already scorched
By
they brought us here on a boat
Enslaved us, beat us til our spirit was broke
Then they gave us freedom and a little bit of hope
Then they killed our
08. HOLD BACK THE NIGHT
Music & Lyrics By A. GULLSTRAND, J. SELSFORS & A. FILIPSSON
THEY CALL US THE LAST GENERATION
THAT WE'RE BAD TO THE BONE
This world's been taken over by greed
Oblivious to all the people in need
Starving children that we never make an effort to feed
Everybody's only
ago
It was way back in '76
Our friendship formed of pure innocence
We first met in Mathew Street
Where we heard something that would set us free
John & David Furnish
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Another beautiful child comes into,
The world
our eyes
While our president is prophesized by racist mothafuckas who wished for Obama to die
just thinking about make me want to cry
I want to have
a generation
That wants the real thing, we don't want the fake
Creative like Cole Bennett with the lemonade
And want the real love, don't have to keep a drake
Afflicted by our own minds
So now I write this letter
To commemorate those lives
Those who survived
And for all our brothers left behind
The scent of burnt
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