Lyrics:
Mixed agendas
You've got the right to remain defenseless!
Trained not to think
Patriotic?
Gun, and a badge and you've got a fascist!
Slaves,
my hands are tied
So I can't pick up the phone
Even if I wanted to
By god I don't
being a black man
See every hand is against my head, you understand
I speak from my hungry mouth, gun in my crouch
Bloody tears, so many faces died
displaying the scars where my hands were tied, martyr to sinner in record time, while she took the orange from the autumn sky, so sublime.
so we said
around, see a cop get blast
Even the girls get stop by tax
Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today
We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks
Drop the CD,
Fuol:
My brain was trained by Custom Auto
I'm the spit boxer, I keep vodka in my water bottle
Thirstin Howl:
Put em' down hand skills not
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
up
Advice, on how to chastise me right
Sayin' whoop his ass, give him a beat and a whiplash
And that'll put an end to ya problem Mrs. Gash
Mom took
Well it's hard to find a night horse
That one sure-footed right horse
To ride a cowboy safely through the dark
The finest one I ever rode
Was
For all the people in the world that don't understand
Exactly what it is we have here in this motherland
See the Father's hand started up a master
and
[Chorus: x2]
If I could turn back the hands of time
I still wouldn't change my mind
No regrets cause it all turns out fine
Lets re-define gotta get mine
right where I belong
Ever since the day I prayed
You into my heart I placed
Every bit of me into Your hands
Lord, I'm here to stay
With all of my heart
sail your fleet
On the flaming sea, you stand in the stern
Still you are laughing, in the fire you must burn!
So Thyr, where is your right hand
to be by herself and be okay this time
She just doesn't want to remember at all
So don't tell me I'm wrong or right
Consider yourself for once
Leave me
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
about
'Cept the rock and roll
And yea, oh yea
Look ain't she cool
Oh I'm a right fool
I spill my guts like she cares what I'm going through
string
Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue
And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done
In witty conversation, by
right, watch my back.
Because the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack.
Straight up, a gangsta, ain't got time for faking.
Label me a pusher, dead
This world can take you by the hand
And tempt the soul of any man
But you can choose your path
Theres two roads you can take
One way is right
Reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and =
A rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through =
Our
went racing living
And you went right on giving
And time went by like steam trains
Sorry, if I made you feel alone
Even though I was so close
kisses mama's right cheek and he gives daddy's hand a shake
Thinks to himself, "This must be some mistake"
He's just seen it come and go and come
CHORUS
But sometimes I feel life is passin me by,
And nights I can't sleep when I close my eyes
Somtimes I feel like its out of my hands,
there's so
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
We fear for our lands, fear for our lives
Fear for the sake of the world
A terrorist strike unforgiving and rude
Rapes
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