[Chorus: Krayzie Bone] Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie
West Indians, black Americans West Indians, black Americans West Indians, black Americans West Indians, black Americans You know where we are coming
Summer sky and a throat bone dry And the fields are all gold Dusty lane with a song in my brain And it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards
Just a lot of folk sittin' 'round the fire warming Singing all the songs memory won't deny Just a lot of fools sittin' 'round the fire fooling Blow the
The people's key ringing through arena seats The black machine played it all from memory A fever dream, well, I'll come back eventually To wade into the
Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post everything As a child, imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what a
Hold on tight, beginner's mind The wheel is spinning too Fast to make your move The worst must be assumed Oh, how they'll try to pull and pry Away what
I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably outlive
Pilgrim across the water We are the same, brother Hitchhiking back to Zion Holding our tears as we flip the album What if this leads to ruin? You got
Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption Any expression of love is the way to return To that place that I think of so often but I never mention
No one knows where the ladder goes You're gonna lose what you love the most You're not alone in anything You're not unique in dying I feel estranged
One for the righteous, one for the ruling class One for the tyrant, one for the slaughtered lamb One for the struggle, one for the lasting peace One for
I loved a triple spiral My maiden mother crow I folded my devotion To an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany window She said to look below Could I see
Took the fireworks and the vanity The circuit board and the city streets Shooting star, swaying palm tree Laid it at the arbiter's feet If I could change
I'm too high to get over, too low to get under Let my people go I make them feel so good, you don't need to wonder Let my people go I take away the storm
Watch those idiosyncrasies Watch all the idiots fall on me Running out of ways to get outta the way Take another shot just to stay the same But I need
Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks Shootin' B.B's at old beer cans Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike Somebody lifted off his old man
One type of song that has come into increasing prominence in recent months is the folk-song of protest. you have to admire people who sing these songs