at these blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross
the cross On top of Calvary mountain, they crucified my Lord Oh the cry (Jesus cried) from the cross Forgive him blessed father, he died upon the cross
me Lord I am wanting, needing, guilty and greedy Unrighteous, unholy, undo me, undo me Abba Father, You must wonder why More times than Peter I have denied Three nails and a cross
oba Peter piper picked peppers But tab rocked rhymes 1, 2, 3 for several times Heavy rotation made by every kind Of radio stations, blessing every mind And we crossing
Peter Say you're Paul Don't put me up on your bedroom wall Call me king of the mountain Well, you could say you're Peter Say you're Paul Don't put me
Ring them bells, you hear then from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries 'Cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they
) Aren't you a rock (In the weary land) Won't you help me (When I need a hand) Leading me, holding me Showing me, telling me About the crosses, bout the crosses
dreaming about dos cruses And I've been thinking about both crosses And I've been dreaming about dos cruses Yeah, I've been thinking about both crosses
: Peter Gunz (Gunz), Lord Tariq (Riq), Blackstreet (street), in the house, its a mix (mix), ugh (ugh), yea ugh (ugh), the Gunz (Gunz) Peter Gunz:
close enough Cold Crush like the four-stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman identity, Peter
on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house Fuck your jewelry And fuck your watch Fuck your wife Fuck your kids Fuck your family I'll shit on you (Bizarre aka Peter
The thought crossed my mind - how curious, Why should I want so much shut-eye? Fighting the darkness and furious, Oh, but I once more fall into the song
. (Chorus:) Oh, the cry (Oh, He cried) from the cross, "Forgive them, Blessed Father!" He died upon the cross. Oh, He cried (Jesus cried) from the cross
for your children This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa 'Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin' Peter-Peter
t right, they say that I'm dead wrong But if I'm niggas cross me I'm cracking they fucking dome Go off like a time bomb But drama I beat it, now Peter Peter
Power by Peter, Paul & Mary performed by Crosby & Nash from the Bread & Roses Festival Just give me the warm power of the sun Give me the steady flow
vanished now under the plow No gas and no barbed wire, no guns fire now For here in this graveyard it's still no man's land And the countless white crosses