Peace lies waiting fugitive, cloistered and longing Peace lies waiting hovering and above the spear points Peace stands higher than my fragile sense of need Peace
love you knew We walk around the story Out in the city running free Sands of companions sides that be The strength of the meeting lies with you Wait
You listened to people, who scares you to death And from my heart Strange that you were strong enough to even make a start But you'll never find peace
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it ok There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard
You listened to people who scared you To death and from my heart Strange that you were strong enough To even make a start You'll never find the peace
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it ok There's always some reason to feel ?not good enough" And it's hard
hope of release? Oh Do I just wait for Your demons to arrive? Blaming me for your death While you rest in peace You are marked with death By your cruel lies
Playin' broads ain't a thang to me It must be a sign up but you can't see, player It's right there in your face Throw the peace sign up, all the players
fingers up x2 Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as x2 Verse (Gunna) Ill let it ring out, when that beef calls Ni**ers squashing beef like there making meat balls Fuck peace
Suns of Mansion has been opened up The door is open, yeah, yeah It's like, beware of bio chips, I share hits Harder than slave whips, like I waited
meanwhile Young brothers just don't realize Cocaine's the plan, the devil derived Produced and let loose to youth for profit Fake so-called Negroes won't stop it Witness lies
stand at their side in this hour of need." [verse one - red hot lover tone] Cries of wait please wait wiggity wait but kuwait won't wait Desert
Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it's hard
SNOWBIRD Writer Gene MacLellan Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings
Beneath its snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings the song he always sings And speaks
hesitate Tryin' to think of all the things you need to say Better face the truth, it lies at my feet As you turn away Sometimes silence has a way of makin' peace
