shake no hands Aah, 'cuz death has no plans But here we are the rollin' people Can't stay for long We gotta go So come alive with the rollin' people
bang I rather be gettin? it than gettin? hit Presidential orders from this new world order Stressin? people of color across the water and the borders People
things and bomb thangs 2007 high tech thug gang i rather be gettin it than gettin hit presidential orders from this new whirl odor stressin peoples of
ll be the first to toast To my rowdy soul But here we are the rolling people Don't ask why We don't know So come alive with the rolling people Don
I'll be the first to toast To my rowdy soul But here we are the rolling people Don't ask why We don't know So come alive with the rolling people
Nothing was more beautiful Than vietnam And his heart stopped beating And the wheel kept turning And the words he bled Were a hymn to them I have served the whole people
ways the different people Hail the king whose star shone in the east and what a dream it was In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus A mass of people
All my people's thats sittin in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin? Fuck the law and the government they'll hymn yo
All my people's thats sittin in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spittin? Fuck the law man the government they'll hymn yo
, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin' People started
It's like a paintin' with no color it's why I attach the words My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel Combines a perfect picture for people
and thirty Everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music I must appeal to you people with your faculties 'Coz everybody else is gonna laugh at me People
-ha, and so with this in mind I have here a modern positive dynamic uplifting In the tradition of the great old revival hymns. this one might more accurately be termed a survival hymn
Morgan in the Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns Well ol' Johnny might just be singin' hymn this mornin' Cause this is gonna be a hangin' day for him Now people
for fun Slipping into stores then out in a run Singing, laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin High lives and reels, a tarantell? violin People?s apartments
know I will be here standing with the blueprint and the schematic For your life child... This one's for all you people...yeah This one's for all you people
alone Well, look up in the sky Just look up in the sky See that I'm everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you Well, well, is that our little author? Coming back, humming his hymns
