Lyrics:
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
In songs we praise a happy landing
On yet another virgin shore
Escape the booming world
Embrace the new world
Out here the immigrant takes hold
down to business
This ain’t about one man
It’s power in the wrong hands
White lies sell something
Blinded by greed but anybody can see
There’s still
Because God's got a blessing to spare, yeah
Yeah
Immigrant riddim, you know
It eh matter if yuh White, Black
Asian, Indian, Spanish
Whatever man
We all
In fifth grade
And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott
And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called
live! Not only that but you've got a bumper package of serious songs.... live! Goodness!
Released the 23rd of September 1985, and they got to a chart
lives throughout history's sequels
grew up seeing brown skin & white skin as equal
Mentalities different from that clearly lethal
8:46 ... been stuck
your role models)
The conditions that they're living through
Make 'em wanna get a gun and
Drop white like pigeon poop
Live from the spot where the slave
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Blinded by smoke
The death clock has started
Screams are provoked
And lives are corrupted
Breathing in dead
The flames have erupted
Panic sets in
rarely heard need to be said twice
And be'ng white should not bestow priv'lege
This nation was built by illegal immigrants
And genocidal and religious
finding good where does it hide
I find its getting rare to come by
Oh, am I not enough
To be worthy of your song
'Cause you're worthy of my song
I want
life
African man, the son of an immigrant, swear to god that I bet all the odds
I look at my dms, they callin' me great, they putting my name right next
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
start the lynching
But stand silently by while it happens
Justifying with your false narrative
Benefitting from white supremacy
You call patriotism
Make
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
And there's nothing wrong with making it for you
90% of the time it's mainly what I do
But it's great to make some moves so people take in what you do
Some will
slaves///
That built this great nation, reparations ignored to this day//
Brave Servicemen and women ordered by elites sent to discover/
Land, but find PTSD
to uphold
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we're told
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
So many
Gorilla. By no means is he Godzilla, he´s not wrathful or unsafe. He lives calmly on the forests with his family and mates.
H is for Hippo. Waddles on land,
get stuck
White black white white black White black white white black
Behold
The great people the sacred mass
The starved mass the amazed mass
Behold
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
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