No, no! She can't take your mind and leave I know it's just another trick shes got up her sleeve I can't believe that she really wants you to die After
Up for too long At war with the sun A crown of stars that we all wish upon And you whisper to me Are we out of time And if so then don't let go. Show
When we were in our youth We had dreams that we could fly We had friends that weren't visible And love that never died And as we grow old and felt the
Let's go for a drive See the town tonight There's nothing to do but I'll unwind when I'm with you This town's so strange They built it to change And
Monday on the line When you know that now's the time to leave and be free Aware of your destiny When that moment arrives, wild visions through the mind
There's a prophet on a mountain And he's making up dinner With long division and writing crop Anybody can feel like a winner When it's served up piping
Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war Glass war, glass war It's a glass war Cause you
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In Germany Before The War There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at fine-o-nine He'd cross the
Don't remember much about my baby days, But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel
Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Cuz of
Son of the morning, highest of all You had so much going till you took the fall Had a place in the glory but you wanted it all Impossible odds but you
Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war Niggaz wanna flip, then we take 'em to war Break a nigga proper
There is a war going on for your mind Media mavens mount surgical strikes From Trapper Keeper collages And online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw
(House of hits ya'll. . . for the ladies. . . Capone Bone. . . Marley Marl) If you want it you can lick from the front If you want it . . . I like your
Word up son I did 'cause, I had to discipline niggaz, knahmsayin'? Eatin' like he live, he ain't live, word up Nobody can't eat if I can't, word up If
Doin' it up everyday son, word up Still on, C.N.N. still live on what? C.N.N. live long, live on word up Check it, dedicated know what I'm sayin'? Yo
New York get the bloody money, dirty cash Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet Talk about me gossip,