if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole goddamn place down I'm over past that Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
citizen, come, collect your freedom No matter what you're living in, it's time to win Keep us in the four walls of our church, we'll be quiet Most of
's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence
on ya ass nigga ease on And where ya from no ain't shit to me Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass history Evident you you weren't
contend Or we could be like Doves exposed to history Like stayin' with each other with truth and chivalry The things we go thru' they shape our identity
see Your presence in reality But I don't know how Let me know You in the now We should confess We lose You in our busyness We've made You in our image
't be Waking the dead, you said that we wouldn't see Waking the dead, now the dead stand before our own eyes Silence is blaring the earth opens wide History
increasing, nature is leaving Our course was locked in suicide since the foundation No more grief and tears The shock waves start to ease down as our
the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Read about the history
out praise Or, when our true nature finds its way to the surface We hide in the darkness, our tails between our legs. At all costs we are prevented from
your side Dividing cruelty from tenderness Watching all the time Dividing fiction from reality God is on your side... And God is on your side Dividing presence from our history
tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration dense-waven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre she defined her presence
tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration Dense-woven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre she defined her presence
fabulous, life look pretty What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense My presence
here with thoughts of you that still inspire me To be a light for all to see And one day we will be together In our final goal in the presence of He
years I swear you'd hear this all again" Back then they'd say "These soldiers walk on sacred ground This land's our history and our home They have no
never see it coming anymore Now we're on the frontlines like stepping over landmines Not beneath our footsteps but never far away And now the possibility, the presence
