far And we need help here No matter who we are See we come from different worlds And different places Until there's one great land One nation under God Times are
But wait now, don't you get the house, kids, cars Everything we built together was ours, now it's all yours That's hard, it's all yours, good God!
God tonight I'm not putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles To make Him love you Oh, He's cold by any
take our chances 'Cause God's stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play Turned his back and all God's children
it's not for baby Got so much money, I can look at the cops all crazy Rock star shit for my rock star ass Got a tub full of money that's a rock star bath
We all are one All are sacred Be the birth of a nation Stop this aggravation So uninspired And [to] question man's inhumanity And lack of love for his
you higher and higher See we are the giving world We are responsible We're not about to break It's just a state of play It's just a state of play This
the unification of all Rastaman, yeah. As it's been said a'ready, let it be done! I tell you who we are under the sun: We are the children of the Rastaman; We are the children
the night, it's the hell that he speaks of It keeps him awake, keeps him awake? My God is love My God is peace My God loves you My God loves me A suffering
, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be Man listen (They don't know, who we be) These motherfuckers don't know, who we are
all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls down Children eat your bread Little children eat your bread 'Cuz it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all
it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
' Tell me why we die, we all God's children All this hate can't last forever (Uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand together (Yeah, for the world) Everybody
God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me! Oh, oh God! Ah, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! I ran out into the street With these flesh-eating weasels All over my face, Wavin' my arms all
like children often do We said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God? 'Cause I would really like to meet her And ask her why we're who we are Tell me all
God is callin' We all in y'all in Souljahs go marchin' in bombin' 'em But this time we ain't talkin' We are tryin' to hit the target we launchin' Police
you are We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's
in my stash and blast Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit And soon as we hit, now what do we get? These fake-ass niggas tryin' to