need a mother Just look for my traces On shores of white sand Some say I'm sinking To the muddy bottom But somehow I'm sailing To shores of white sand
a mother Just look for my traces On shores of white sand Some say I'm sinking To the muddy bottom But somehow I'm sailing To shores of white sand Yes
lined up along beach They're ringing the bells of the church To drive everybody insane As the patina lives the tawdy mountain Stallion on its water on the shore
in Jesus' name As Jesus speaks through me The evil we do can't be blamed Upon our destiny I have walked through the Valley of death-row to the shore
There is a land I know where lovers go And flowers grow forever more Where time is standing still and lovers fill The quiet places by the shore We will
shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and play Yatzee Ynot's the posse, dressing tight, yo I'm friendly Who's the master, the weak-minded say I rock too strong The short
just one apple on the tree It isn't like I hoped it'd be Yesterday when there was still you I looked and I swear that I saw two Maybe a wandering white
say We have come now to the end White shores are calling You and I will meet again What can you see on the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across
time You light up my life The hand that calls you forward Is the hand that leaves me behind And I stand on the ocean shore Like an old black and white
that lady sing the blues condo in the air by the shore yes its GORG-Eous I Moved Up George Jeff (Legggooo!) Baby I'll be on that other shit White Affair
the might? My journey back to my motherland Unfolding a serving hand [chorus] ... I see the white up in the dawning sky It carries me to mystic shores
I still wave at the dots on the shore And I still beat my head against the wall I still rage and wage my little war I'm a shade and easy to ignore White
judgement provokes Assailing retribution The end of the line Prosperity goes under hatred divine Like bloody waves on shores alight A devil soils with black what's white
Polish girl With a space between her teeth My sister's a dancer up in Baltimore At a small cafe on Main But she run off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore
Transit, straight off inside a Phantom Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the dough Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for Whole hood tatted up, bandana white
