of gold And I will show - I will show I will show you friend and foe Solo: Sascha/Sascha/Weiki/Sascha/Weiki/Markus [Women's choir *] [Not included in
Harsh voice:] Brother [Women's choir:] Release me [Harsh voice:] Father [Women's choir:] Won't see me [Harsh voice:] Brother [Women's choir:] Believe
I die I love women ... We all love women A woman's love can lift you up, and women can inspire I feel like buying flowers and hiring a celestial choir A choir
new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home
break of dawn A half-choked "haven't you seen a man before!!?" When he saw the blushing nuns of the sisterhood... nunsense! He was in fact a carpenter's
(feat. The Bulgarian Women's Choir) Come with me, I'll take you now To a place that you fear For no reason why Your heart has turned away from me And
, it's pointin at me, but it's with my hand I need you, you holier than I am, I am [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko (Strange Lane Choir)] (holy, holy) if you lived
it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can
gold And I will show - I will show I will show you friend and foe Solo: Sascha/Sascha/Weiki/Sascha/Weiki/Markus [Women's choir *] [Not included in
voice:] Brother [Women's choir:] Release me [Harsh voice:] Father [Women's choir:] Won't see me [Harsh voice:] Brother [Women's choir:] Believe me, perceive
is played It's ok, it's alright Spirit will be better when you see that light When you see that flight And Allah provide, perfections, let's go take
: (feat. The Bulgarian Women's Choir) Come with me, I'll take you now To a place that you fear For no reason why Your heart has turned away from me
's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can turn
inquirin', I admire men up in the choir and women But one minute, why do some people assume that God's iPod Got no tunes that got the "boom-bap" He's
like a rudeboy shotta, steel alloy binoculars Peepin' ya movements, (Why's he abusive?) Cause it's easy to do it Have ya jaw wired, now a straw's required
March bearer All those who suffered through the Agent Orange era Do we really maim the beautiful ones The sons similak by anger, while the women get shunned It's
life is expirin Mainly through a choir then Neighbors inquirin, hearin shots firin Police sirens, been in car chases, I be in Scarface's tire and Snitches