Lyrics:
on
Faith is found in the winds
All we have to do
Is to reach for the truth, the truth
You can change the world (I can't do it by myself)
You can touch
tremble
But the dreadlocks say, fear not
Stamp foot and flatten a raindrop
For in Bob and his children's temple
It is strictly reality we are dealing
Staying up all night
They be saying their prayers with no lights
They be staring at mama right in her eyes
Hold me tight baby this maybe the last
of a realm
Of scary things where everything
Can ever be judged by its cover
Nothing's as it ever seems
Monsters he thought were there for him
Were only there
protect the earth
I look out for the helpless children
And seniors
I am a mentor for the good of society
Good things happen to me
Good things happen to me
my head and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business.
Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant,
People lookin from
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
Storms upon the ocean wave
Were like a ship lost at sea
Tossed by those winds of war
Far from that peaceful shore
By those who are out for gain
By those
the Christmas Rock
It's a happy time
And if the children are good they'll get toys to play with
Like rocks
It's Christmas in Ignace
Bob's got a rock
But he's
politician got a scandal
Prepare for this war, we going to battle
This is a war on religion
This is a war on the children
They give you the cure with
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can posess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
Esmeralda
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But
ask for glory to shine on my name)
(I ask for love I can't possess)
(I ask for God and his angels)
(To bless me)
I ask for nothing
I can get by
ask for glory to shine on my name)
(I ask for love I can't possess)
(I ask for God and his angels)
(To bless me)
I ask for nothing
I can get by
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
we for
Now come on
The government got all the people by the balls
But when they lose the people, that's when the government falls Revolt by the coming
Places, where we have no name
A man of no house is a
Man without masters to shame
Strangers, we're bound by despair
A clamor for glory
A throne deprived
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
them be able to cater for the children, may they eat the fruits of labors)
Soore funmi lasepe Allah, f'aye won gbese owo e yo ni rere ni. (complete your
See these buildings
They may look nice
But they crying inside
Waiting to be revived
By the children of yahwe
By the children of yahwe
The lord is
eaten by the cats
They're crawling around right now
Looking for something to chow
I got the children out of there
They'd had quite a scare
I put sticks
the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother saying prayer for her son, he died
the wind
[Chorus]
For the children and the flowers
Are my sisters and my brothers
Their laughter and their loveliness
Could clear a cloudy day
Like
the wind
[Chorus]
For the children and the flowers
Are my sisters and my brothers
Their laughter and their loveliness
Could clear a cloudy day
Like
Healing
Chorus: He was beaten so we'd be whole,
whipped so we'd be healed.
Pierced for our rebellion
and crushed for our sins.
Healed by his
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