There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there. Telling me I got to beware. . I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound.
Sit down I think I love you. Anyway I'd like to try. I can't stop thinking of you. If you go I'll know I cry. . Can't you see that I'm a desperate man.
Soft winds blow in the summer time. Young lovers feel so free. Walking hand in hand down the shady lane. What happened to me? What happened to me?. . Did you ever love a girl.
Shylock. A penny to a pound to a piece of flesh. You've put yourself in debt. I just won't take no less. I'm a money lending miser. Á usurer and thief.
(All hip hop acknowledge, prepare to embark the known). News flash, they just let my ass out the damn door. . You gonna make me spark somebody up. (Yo, you, you and you).
[intro: buddha monk, (unknown singer sample), {computerized deep voice}]. (smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes). Now tell me, just let me get you now.
Misty sunrise in my hometown. Rows of cotton bout knee high. Mrs. Baker down the dirt road. Still got clothes out on the line. Erwin Nichols there with Judge Lee.
I heard that warnin' whistle blowin'. I knew that train was comin' fast. The sound of the wheels was hypnotisin'. I could not move from it's path. I just stood there, glued to the tracks.