This song is for my mama This song is for you Hey MrPresident Tomorrow I'm paying my rent My fuel is runnin' low And I've got places to go Quit slowin
you too Fuckin' bitch, kids cover them ears It appears that your mama want drama We need a comma or some space between words For better or for worse, this is
off, brush 'em off, hey Twist it in the air like a motherfucking helicopter, yeah Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, hey This is Nappy Boy, man, this is
this is necessary changes now As the will to help all man And the children of the crucified Will be better off, better dead But all this senseless killing
only interest could be laid upon the children of her domain] I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me.
you're asking for the secret To set you free When you're talking to the friendship That love of higher self This gift of love is The answer to all your
And that will bring everybody down So don't worry, be happy (now)..... There is this little song I wrote I hope you learn it note for note Like good little children
them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!) There is one question I'd really love to ask (One Heart!) Is there a place for the hopeless sinner
, whoa Let them all pass all their dirty remarks There is one question I'd really love to ask (One heart) Is there a place for the hopeless sinner Who
tore the rug in that downtown dive Every Saturday night Hey for fifty cents we'd dance all night long And each new tune we said, "That's our song" Oh
to meet our group to say that we didn't send for you and we don't want you. That's right. This is the truth, I'm telling you the truth! This is straight
This following program is dedicated To the city and people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city this is a
This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city this is a
I was and where I?ve been To make me who I am This is dedicated to my friends in jail For my brother Jake who had to ride the rail For my friend Roonie
-oo-oo Be happy Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Don't worry, be happy Now there, is this song I wrote I hope you learned it note for note Like good little children Don
And fear for your neighbor Or did you just sit down and cry? Did you weep for the children Who lost their dear loved ones Or pray for the ones who don
(Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Be, b-boys and girls, listen again This is for
Dead is dead, fuckers and your soul is with God Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth watchin' your own murder reoccur For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For
