Lyrics:
until the night
When the nights black ink holds the moon in the sky
We will take to these streets where we beasts move with pride
It's a children
City's hoping for a change, I know
Children playing on the street I've grown
Everything looks the same, I don't know
Where the street lights go?
the streets, feeding your hunger
Women and children died first, because you’re a warmonger
They spread their hate and glory to the masses
Brainwashing the lone
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
at night
She's a rose that blooms at night
And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain
Outside my green front door
Number 48 seemed dull by
say it louder for the back
So much, so much
When I get in on the beat
When I make it on the street
Its a long ass ride that's passin' by the week uh
Wicklow Street, directly across from the college. Her
face is shielded by the red hood but I can tell it is a woman
by her lithe, graceful, catlike
Christmas is the best time of a year
The snow is fresh and the air is clear
And every street is filled with Christmas cheer
With little children
Final night draws near
On the old house by the hill
Night draws near
Where the children all played at will
When the sun at last comes down
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
grab hold of they gun
They need hundreds of dollars but
They're holding the one
A single, while their children are hypnotized
By hard price commercial
for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light,
Snow and cold outside, white flakes falling in the night
Lit up by the moon, snow fills the streets with magical splendor
Buttons and carrots
on you a lyrical assault like a torpedo
I'll be slaying you for bringing your children to the altar
Wake you up quick before you take the bait and falter
to go out and dance at night
We'd cross the street and you'd hold my hand
Same man now that you were back then
Young kids good for nothing but high
to go out and dance at night
We'd cross the street and you'd hold my hand
Same man now that you were back then
Young kids good for nothing but high
Woke up this morning from one hell of a night
My mind all excited, just told me what's write
Time
And I know
If I gave this up once, would I let it
some memories hold a lot of pain
When I die just carry on
No dont cry just carry on
Member nights we only had each other and we aint have no shit but we
that were foretold, by the forefathers
The end of the world saga, streets flooded with lava
Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas
Rock
space reached our earth
Now they are taking our children
Lyra, Sirius, Orion
They created Lemuria
I'm going to die for what I stand by because the Queen
parents
By the name of Bosede and Ajibola Pedro
They had four beautiful black children
With hopes and dreams that they inherit the earth (earth)
But this
out there son"
Some children are rudely awakened at night
By the sound of gunshots
But not in my neck of the woods
The thieves are countin’ funds while
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
When appetites and psychological types
Get caught in the hype
It's tight from morning 'til night
I'm demanding my rights
Women's suffrage then black
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