Old Ground (Kirk McLeod) In sadness I cover old ground In sweet bitterness I'm spinning around I've tried to be different and I've tried to keep
N.O.T. (I Want My People Back) (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) The deaf old Duke he came to town Asking all the men around
sweet discourses Dined on them in Killaloe On soups and second courses Blind worms crawling in the grass Disgusted all the nation Right down to
And I think it's sad you never learned to swim Now they've torn the old mill down And your dress blues are on the ground Now there's nothing left
let forensics prove, that I can mends Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say Salutations to the nation of the Nubian's We bout to place
do for me, I'm going back to my used to be It's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan It's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan Gonna leave
partner, be the fire starter Used to take Mata, nomadic places with the earths daughter Emerged from the waters straight raging, anger on the street be amazing Shit lingers, like the old
, be the fire starter Used to take Mata, nomadic places with the earths daughter Emerged from the waters straight raging, anger on the street be amazing Shit lingers, like the old
dirty coppers wanna clown, had to have em capped, interrogated cause I'm Brown. Out on the ghetto kicking it on the west side, Piece of my hometown creepin of the old
