I've been waiting, anticipating Sun comes up The skies wont sink my soul I've dreamt of this but it never comes But it never comes on the horizon The
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pants I'm still fly, you can't float Run this shit, Usain Bolt I write your favorite records, aah, you sing ghost 20 thousand for a verse, is our routine
All my life I been waitin' for I been prayin' for, for the people to say That we don't want to fight no more They'll be no more wars and our children
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In the beginning all I hear is people singing Deep and low with iron bells ringing And there's a source of heat near my feet I'm so weak I pass in and
lost her job (I'll be sixteen in August) Our house ain't a home no more (I am a sophomore) Since mama broke her soul (I like to sing in chorus) Daddy
the window bars We walked until the pavement bled And not a curse was left unsaid Into a place that knows no spring Where only steel and silver sing
, burning in our sleep. Take me away from everything I see. And we'll dance on the ashes of what's left, as long as these hearts beat in our chests.
tutelage, of your legendary fore-fathers Cos right now, we now the struggle is ours It's not too complicated, just combinations of pulling our resources Of our sisters and our
ever let go In Oklahoma, The raindrops hit the pavement, Well, then it hits me The sun has slipped away, Not to worry, Our song comes on the radio I'm singing
Steam roll Strong man, I got a plan Sing it all day From land to land I swear I'm in fourth gear My rollers down Trail of smears Asphalt aggregate No more trees Pavement
a glow that send mine down to the pavement Mine down to the pavement Since you're gone The words have all come And we sing like it's contagious Sing
sponge No life has singed her now No life has singed her now No life has singed her now I can see it fade We've got a license to live It's our only
(Bullet aka Violent J) Bare nuts baby We finna get our swang on Old school throwin' down Be some great fun Look at my knuckles I'm missin' three humps
sing along Kneel down to our Gods That left us to die We'll get our taste of freedom Licking the pavement clean Give praise to our opportunities We
your scars on my wrist You're safe inside my fist (Now let the fun begin, sing) All you are to me is dead skin Flaking off the hands onto the pavement
at night Coming in for The deep freeze Mary, a simple word Are you there In the cold country? Your eyes so full Your head so tight Can't you hear me? Remember our
