If my senses won't come to me I better come to my senses But I can't I'm too scared of being scared Like saving cancer-mice from labs Or half-eaten flies
If my senses won't come to me I better come to my senses But I can't I'm too scared of being scared Like saving cancer-mice from labs Or half-eaten
(Common) In the Spirit of God. In the Spirit of the Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement
[Common] Yeah baby boy In the place (for you and yours) to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby... Yo yo yo check
How many mountains must you face Before you learn to climb? I'm gonna give you what it takes My universal child I'm gonna try to find a way To keep you
I was hanging with the fella's Saw you with your new boy-friend and it made me jealous I was hopin' that I'd never see you wit him But it's all good '
I'll be good for you, ohh Ya'know, I'll be good for you baby, yeah I'll be good for you I ain't gonna take my love away And I will love you more girl
Knowing what they would say Destined to rise above all Of the simplified answers they gave him Back there when surrounded By love he could not make sense
Many motherfuckers criticize pros and how they play And many motherfuckers criticize rappers and what they say Even though they criticize, secretly they
E melhor ser alegre que ser triste Alegria e a melhor coisa que existe E assim como a luz no coracao Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza E preciso um bocado
stand for But the blind can't lead the blind Just be glad I haven't lost my sense of humor Just be glad I haven't lost my sense of humor 'Cause if I
Seal your wide shores With no one in between You feel your fading dial You know someone's happened And you shouldn't feed these things But let's
Yeah.. You thought it was over? Nah.. You can't get rid of me.. I'm the arch nemesis.. And I'm not stopin.. Until I've acomplished what I've came here
Love without anger Love without anger He picked up the phone and took the call A long distance voice just started to bawl I don?t care if you feel small
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart
Never thought I'd be in this place It's someone else's life I'm living Wish I were living a lie The hardest part is when the bough breaks Falling down
