you do the right thing or the get the right thing done to you whatever you do I just hope you got a gun with you the tommy is like a live band when the
's sacred So engrossed in a new found interest Sinita fails to realize the time Before she knows it is a quarter to nine She shuda been back from prayer
We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new
, foes will no like me why Them new Jordan and new Nike My glocks come out when it's time fa ya bashee Ask dem ya gonna see da band is me family If ya
accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives don't matter
rappers everyday Praying for a shot to be lead astray We buss back with the love attack And add fuel to the fire, fire, fire, fire We see you crab rappers everyday Praying
NEW DAY, WE'RE MOVIN' AWAY MICKEY WHY MAM? MRS JOHNSTONE WE'RE STARTIN' ALL OVER AGAIN MICKEY LINDA.. LINDA MRS JOHNSTONE OH. BRIGHT NEW
, and riverboats floatin' by, On their way to New Orleans; I've bowed with people standin' tall, with their backs pushed up against the wall, Getting' by on hopes
an enemy to the losers of the day In the shadows of the churches, who knows what they pray For blood is the language of the band The Spanish bulls are
hand Music too, a standard tune by Some forgotten big brass band From the threshold what's to see Of our brave new century? The television's just a
Sacred So Engrosed In A New Found Interest Sinita Fails To Relise The Time Before She Knows It Is A Quarter To Nine She Shuda Bin Bak From Pray An Hour
At school, the choices are made, we're rock 'n roll bands, getting good grades, but brains, who're wearing all black, to some of these guys, it's like
are expected to accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our
to remember when you were young [Scribe] You used to be my man, we ran the streets, had a plan to make two-fifty grand Start a rap band, rock the land
the avenue cased in the joints of the bourgeoisie too stoned on a tight band was too drunk to respond the devil robbed your pockets while you were lyin' dyin' I hope
even after that Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back I got a new life, I'm a get a new wife, I'm a get a new 9, I think it was do time
