Books are burning in the main square And I saw there, the fire eating the text Books are burning in the still air And you know where they burn books,
the quiet prayer, the smell of dinner on the ground Heals up the morning air, ain't nothin' sweeter around I can almost hear my mama pray "Oh lord forgive
make me spark somebody up (I mean you and you and you) If ya keep on doin' the things you are doin', don't wanna do it (Don't do it) Yo, I'm tired of
I went in a church But I pray to Allah to panewat the aisle I can't crack down man I got to be a fighter The song don't change cuz we signed to a lable
pray Maybe I'll search the lost and found Maybe like two boxers bloodied, dizzied by the seventh round Maybe circumstances make it easier to quit Maybe in our circle, square
- you've got us in this mess, you've taken us out of our element. we'll wait for fruit of labor's harvest and just pray it doesn't take too long. we're
walk in his light And say the same words every night: I pray the lord my soul to keep What about the rest of me? My faith can't take the weight Summers
heart body and soul I'll be unsigned hype till I get creative control And I know the haters praying that the Scribe won't blow but (It's too late) And
wit a midget I don't move a pivet i lift a felanche unless it's bout a dollar then it's gonna be a stampede N i don't fear shit but a judge that's mad
the town. He was a friar. And really, a weird kind of one. He didn't talk to anyone, till he reached the town square, where he called all the people
I said yes, I said yes, I said yes I prayed a thousand times yes And the no that was hanging over the buildings Faded like the moon at dawn When I was
through the roar With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts Don't ask me where
't wanna miss you don't wanna get used to being by myself. I don't wanna miss you. I don't wanna give my heart to no one else. I don't wanna miss you.
days Hey, better days, got me thinkin' 'bout better days Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live Smokin' weed like it ain't no thang, so even
please drop the God bless you It's Taboo God isn't really dead He's under house arrest Will amnesty protest? No, I don't think so I could kiss a kangaroo
comes Some of them were superstitious Watching them parade around the town square Some of them were praising While cold and simply 'cause they don't
Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that he made And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade I can still hear his hammer singing ten
pay, money today Don't you go gay Rocky better pray Money today, money to pay Don't you go gay Rocky better pray Money today, money to pay Don't you