We don't believe in ?You know who? But we don't let the kids know it We're parents, who are grown ups There's a line we have to toe it But we're part
I have a theory to explain Why my bad luck gets worse each day? It's easy, someone must be out to get me It's a diabolic scheme This conspiracy is givin
Wake up in the mornin' See me lyin' here Started with a hungerin' But I don't see no one near Feelin' slightly reckless Got to go unwind Maybe I should
[Sticky] Yo, yo but that shit ain't mine nigga [copper] You know what? Get on the floor alright [Sticky] Yo man get the fuck off me [copper] Get down
"What do you do with it?" Just shut up and take it man. Put it on your tongue.
Please speak softly For they will hear us And they'll find out Why we don't trust them Speak up dear 'Cause I cannot hear you I need to know Why we don
You can't tell me life was meant to be like this A black man in a world dominated by whiteness Ever since the declaration of independence We've been easily
Hope you can't sleep at night ''cause after all the fights Don't try to shed some light For I' m already out of sight I don't wanna see you Don't want
Started liking girls in fifth grade One called Meghan had it made All the guys in sixth grade They say she's one hell of a babe Six guys asked her out
its hard to see when its dark outside waiting for the moon to shine on a dark night. waiting for that call alone in his room. for a call. Chorus: so
Strenghtened bravemen hearts Ride with the pale moon Reach for the source of wisdom In the glare of the guiding star Visions of a pure land As fires haunt
Please let me tell you They own our homes, they own our banks We take out loans to buy them tanks They own our children, they own our pets The owned Elvis
I got a heavy little number I got 42 wheels of pleasure and pain I got a heavy little number I'm gonna head it on down upon the Alice again Widda a paraliddic
This alligator engine This alligator man See him try to leave this swampland Drove it out across this land, and see All the guards get petrified As he
Back on the breadline by Hunters & Collectors Stand in line with your empty cup you`re still waiting for the future of all your living souls wait for
It's Boo Boo Kiss He's the King of Swing He's drawing blood He's the heart-throb of sob As he's bringing in the leeches We'll sing it to the ceiling It
Is that love in your eyes? Or just obsession? They're razor sharp! It's your disguise Your obsession! You mess my hair and tear my clothes Your obsession
(Jigga Jigga!) I was looking to see some dreams drip from your fingers I was working in that lonely place where memory lingers If there were words, if
