To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B' [Chorus:] When the glock go blam blam, (boom,
Story time, bitch All across the East Side "What?" "I represent Delray" "Delray?" "So?" "South West Side" This Gypsy aunt of mine (You're the lucky one
feed, Michigan State? Can you relate? Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with Badder than bad coming from MoTown Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with You don't wanna fuck with me Blam
try to run and hide When will I wake in my own bed Nobody knows I have a name Don't really care if I am dead My mother is the one to blame Walk a mile
the churches, and the anchor man and the parental youth For the indolent, the ignorant, and those who scream for truth We want someone to blame for the
Oh, well, didn't it Rain, children? Rain, oh, my Lord Oh, didn't it (Rain?) Didn't it (Rain?) Didn't it Oh, oh, my Lord Didn't it rain? Well, it rained
Down a dangerous road I have come to where I'm standing With a heavy heart And my hat clutched in my hand Such a foolish man God ain't known no greater
Nobody's fault but mine Nobody's fault but mine If I die and my soul be lost Nobody's fault but mine My sister taught me how to read My sister taught
Oh, we heard church people say They are in the holy way There are strange things happening everyday Oh, the last man judgment day When they drive him
Well, you may run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later, God'll cut you down Sooner or later, God'll cut you
Lord help The poor and needy In this land Lord help The poor and needy In this land When we all rise together And face the risin' sun Lord help The poor
When I close my eyes, so I would not see, My Lord did trouble me. When I let things stand that should not be, My Lord did trouble me. Did trouble me,
I'm goin' down To the church house Get down On my bended knee Deacon Jones Pray for me Deacon Jones Please pray for me Maybe there ain't no Heaven Maybe
What good am I if I'm like all the rest? If I just turn away when I see how you're dressed If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry What good am I
[Chorus:] You don't knock (you don't knock) You just walk on in The door (the door) Into heaven's inn Theres love (theres love) And joy for you to share
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down Oh, when I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna get up out of this ground Ain
guns fever Everytime you read the Gleaner or Star It's man shot dead or lookin' at war. It's the fever, oh the guns fever The simplest thing is blam blam blam
puntan Suena el Blam Blam Blam Blam pero a veces Prrra Prrra Dile al ojen boy que se echen pa' tras O le vamos acabar en las aventuras Blam Blam Uno
