When we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns For the sins of our hand, the sins of our tongue The sins of our father, the sins of our young, no God
father T'Yanna And teach her that with all the drama, don't even bother On repeat, all of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave 'cause our
Hey MrPresident Tomorrow I'm paying my rent My fuel is runnin' low And I've got places to go Quit slowin' me down Can we talk about the education of our
God save us everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns? For the sins of our hand Sins of our tongue Sins of our father Sins of our young
lesser God Between heaven and hell Heaven and hell Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and pain In defense of our
our heads high after disaster [Hook] When the levees broke when the planes hit whats going on ma nigga, the same shit After Katrina, after the towers We holds our
na-na po po-ro po! Africa unite: 'Cause we're moving right out of Babylon, And we're going to our Father's land, yea-ea. How good and how pleasant it would be before God
of peace All over the world We've all been called to wake from sleep To feel our power to create the dream To step out from the dark Past our fathers
hear? Does anybody out there see us drowning in our tears? Is our future written on a sky of cold stone? God, if you're listenin', let us know God
and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above If the
To either walk a path of love Or be crippled by our hate We have time to cause pollution We have time to cause confusion All wrapped up in our own illusions
In my little town, I grew up believing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall, my little
destination The more you're slip slidin' away God only knows God makes his plan The information's unavailable To the mortal man We work in our jobs Collect our
who was raised To believe that love is suffering She grows up and the man Like a father gives her a wedding ring Now she walks around up constant companion Our
And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song Let mortal tongues awake Let all that breathe partake Let rocks their silence break The sound prolong Our Father God
war zone is not a home) Grow and show pure love Revolution just evolution Bless our sisters, fathers, mothers, brothers Who press us ahead of schools
mary did nothing take In scorn O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy. From god, our heav'nly father, a blessed
original. I used to care, I was being cared for. Made sure I showed it to those that I love. I used to sleep without a single stir, 'Cause I was about my father
