[Chorus] Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know Someday we gonna dance with those lions Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep
Come on Shalalala, shalalala Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know Someday we gonna dance with those lions Someday we gonna break free from
We ready We ready We ready We ready We ready We ready We ready We ready Because I'm a Champion And I move like a Champion Whoever will be a Champion
Just one One love yeah One love yeah One love yeah One love yeah Now from the little Rock nine To the Jena six We came a long way Tell me are we there
I'm in the state of mind It's time to rise and get further We in this place and time When foold just ride and get murdered Tryin' to get that piece of
Give it to mama Give it give it Give it to mama mama (oh) Give it Give it to mama mama For some strange reason (huh) You done pleasin me like it's ok
(feat. Akon) Picking up those pieces that I Tried to hide Dark waters swallows me into The rising tide Just crash over me They watch over me And it takes
, we fly, we're perfect from the heat we go to... Convict, we're not sick less, getting everybody to launch sickness then the hole game popped yo pretty dick... Fly high, Flipsyde
This planet is full of cowards This planet is full of love This planet is full of victims This planet is full of thugs This life is what you make it You
[Verse 1] If it wasn't for my pain Then I wouldn't know my strength If it wasn't for my future I won't be fightin' here today And of course, I know my
'm high (so high), On life on life I'm high (so high), On life on life Everytime I'm feelin' so blue I get you in it, Then my skys change from grey to
Happy Birthday So make a wish Verse 1: Please accept my apologies, I wonder what would have been. Would you have been a little angel or an angel of sin
Happy Birthday...so make a wish [Verse 1:] Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin
See we gotta get it right But we always get it wrong And it be the same old thing And it be the same old song Tryin' to fight to survive Tryin' to fight
Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain His history consisted of robbery killin' and pimpin Filthy rich and the biggest killer that you ever
CHORUS If we can't live in peace then fuck it let's die They aint tryin' to hear us then fuck it let's ride Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his
Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep Takes me back way back when we
From the womb to the world From the world to the grave From the grave to the heavens and my spirit From the liquor to the drugs To the police and the