[Mos Def] History It's happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the
be saved today get on your knees and pray Have please the wrong to right and join in the fight and get in the gloryland march (Glory hallujah we are marching... [ piano
feelin burned to the bone (chorus) Early in the morn/ before I wash my face The bed is still warm but there's an empty space Easrly in the morn/
greet the morning Draping your heart in a shroud Why must your life be a sideshow Played to an ignorant crowd How are you, in the other hours Do you pray for morning
sit at your piano I can almost hear those hymns The keys are just collecting dust but I can't close the lid You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning
) Ruby Jewel In done-up hair and a borrowed dress She climbed the stairs scared to death Said a prayer and tiptoed through the door But on deaf ears her prayer
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
by Brunswick piano He warmed his boots by the fireplace and read aloud from Samuel. David rose to beat the Philistines with five smooth stones and a sling. One October morning
will be peace in the valley for me oh Lord I pray There'll be no sadness no sorrow no trouble I see There will be peace in the valley for me [ piano ]
I think I'm falling in love again. Such simple miracles have happened since your steady hands have come and stopped my unraveling. Your fingers, built for the piano
a murder trial Plus I seen it everyday, but signatured in cursive style Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim Pressure to pian
[Mos Def] History Shoutin' it every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the
{*piano roll*} [Ranking Scroo] Well I mean Man. Ranking Scroo 'long side E-40, ya hear? All crew, pick up yourself Thou respect who say, everything's
Kansas before the blood had dried And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano He warmed his boots
In our little one room country school it's where I learned to pray A church without a steeple that's where I learned to pray Every Sunday morning about