Lyrics:
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
You watching transformers? where yo mama at?
Can I swing by today oh I can't promise that
I gotta bust a move a couple things to do
Just let me take
Or will we give in too soon?
We are children of the longest night
And a bad bad moon
Baby look ahead
There comes a bad bad moon
We are children
by children of Abraham
But this bloodshed and carnage don’t understand
Son raise your head find the star in the night sky
Freedom will come Palestine
shoes
Ghettoised children murdered in
Broad daylight
By those employed to protect them
Live porn streamed to
Your pre-teen's bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no
Children are up dancing in the streets
In the sticky middle of the night
Summer serenade
Of taxi horns and fun arcades
Where right or wrong
Under neon
to make it through the night
Just trying to make it through night
Oh will I, will I, will I
Make it, make it, make it through the night
Got a feeling
unbalanced but yet it's so real
Being blacks another crime can you picture that
Dark nights dark times and dark days
In slaved by society no chains
And they
and unpunished
Murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by
fighting for
Is this what my children will be known for
For a Smallpox blanket in the summertime
You're a gateway drug on a Friday night
But I know your love
don't know why
God I wish I could fucking cry fuck
Wish I could change the past
If I'm really kinda being brash
I've been backstabbed
By lovers and loved
on the front page of the newsletter
I don't know why I wasn't surprised at all
I guess I had a funny feeling
Last night standing at the ceiling
I kinda knew
By six he's out of bed, she makes his coffee sweet
He grabs his boots and his coat
Leaves a note that says, 'I love you'
And runs to catch a bus
Listen to the rhythm
Listen to the beat
It has a cold wind blowing
Up through the street
Soul crying out
People crying out
In through
Geedorah now its on in the streets
Rhymes like Visine to keep your eyes clean
Blinded by the high beams and miles of dry memes
Clogging your twitter feed
Last night I lay a sleeping there came a dream so fair
I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there
I heard the children singing and ever
generation destroyed by madness
Starving hysterical naked
Dragging themselves through the
Negro streets at
Dawn looking for an angry fix
Angel headed hipsters
Children carry through the streets
A brightly painted star
Angels gather round the hearth
Strumming on guitars
Men of great renown and faith
Say
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
is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments children
And the streets smell
grow higher
Long after midnight, children awake
Journeys await them, chances to take
Run through the streets to the carnival grounds
Hoping to ride
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
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
The parade of souls
Is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue
As they march by
The All Stars play
'When the Saints
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