Lyrics:
shacks
After monks n' cotton
People forgotten, fuck 'em
Bad luck sucks
Black bucks will be more bucks
For Daddy Warbucks, and stuck-up society whores
Chasin' our dreams in the City
Thes streets ain't paved with gold
But I won't sell my soul
Down on my luck ain't it a pity
People look
They
I was born in France, called the "Maid of Orleans"
Led by the voices of the Saints
I went to the Court dressed in men's clothes
To save my people
Of the black community are in fact detrimental to the very
People you claim to represent.
We also feel that as a result you do much to undermind
As I gaze out the window, I look at life
Thinking of all the things I did some wrong some right
But my mama did raise no fool, I thank god, I
are all green.
The cops don't harass you.
An old friend drops by, no work the next day.
Only you decide your moods.
Only you, you decide.
Was I there?
No way to tell memory cast farewell
Will I live?
Am I dead?
Somebody said, "He's getting worse"
1943 inside, outside it's yesterday
lived--we've lived as no other people lived and loved. We've had as much of this world as you're gonna get. Let's just be done with it. Let's be done with
Read My Lips
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "It's About Time"
Rollin' through life not hurtin' no one
Risin' in
Every day I get up
Put my black plastic security suit on, my gasmask
Leave the cellar and go to work
Afraid to be poisoned or trampled
By this
And of the timeless worlds
Wisdom we people once knew
Of the wonders of life
And of nature's own way
When the trees were silenced
By the ones that fooled you
of hope of future and vitality.
I can spread my thoughts to flood the room
Embracing and webbing the people reborn.
The love they are feeling I never
The people in the apartments across the street, literally and metaphorically look down on me
Tangled in tenderness
Why do I have to live like this?
Grandma am in Babylon
Please forgive me not returning your phone call
Verse
ah
No time for family time is money
Every thing here move by the clock
Our
The root of all evil will always survive
The weak-minded people, they always will die
Their slaughter is senseless, the deathly domain
To live is
The end a simple concept
We are waiting for nothing
As our lives pass us by
We are blind to the struggle ahead
Everywhere I look
People walking
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking
supply my brother
Have the candle light visual
When reviving mother
Half the night afterlife tryna discover
Back to school again
Live by the laws
want in this bitch
SocialBlade from my back
They just wanna get rich
Known to the online people
Take the control of sheeple
Attention to build the ego
There was man in these lands
Rhylian the fool we used to name him,
clso, there was a mage in the Woods,
Feared by the peasant's and the lords
Rhy
I can't live without it bursting out!
This is too much for her, we shouldn't go
Come here, my poor child
No, don't touch me. I don't want
wanna live for freedom
I mean that I wanna be caught by you only
Morning without you (ooh-ooh, ooh)
I can't stand those mornings without you
martyrs out of children and innocent people
We expect the bombs, not knowing where next
Huddle in the corner of my room trying to protect my little
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