I've been driving through these nights. This road reminding me of all I am. As time drags on, these windows fade. Reality starts slipping from my mind.
Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes,. You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues.. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes,.
BINGO WE GOT 'EM!. They bled your momma, they bled your poppa,. Won't bleed me, won't bleed you,. They bled your brotha, they bled your sista,. Won't bleed me, won't bleed you,.
I hear these women raving 'bout their monkey men. About their trifling husbands and their no good friends. These poor women sit around all day and moan.
I don't know. But I won't be told the streets of heaven are paved with gold. . I'm gonna stop looking over my shoulder to check what's right. I'm gonna stop thinking it over. And start tonight.
Rastus is a nigger, thug, mugger, junkie. Black gollywog, big horny monkey. Pimp, pusher, coon, grinning pick-a-ninny. Send him home soon, back to the trees.
It's not a perfect world. But nobody said it was, yeah nobody lied to you. And it's not fair. But when has it ever been and when will it ever be. There's a lot you should learn.
I'm sick of being pushed around. I'm tired of being forced back down. So all your dreams and your ambitions. Lie there on the floor. What if I want more.
Mid-October, sixty one. The French Police were having fun. Cutting down Algerians. Breaking heads all over town. Yet no-one saw and no-one knew. No-one dared to speak the truth.
And now and then when I'm in the mood. I might get up at the crack of noon. Then take a wander down to the arcade. Might as well clock up a high score.
(Jake Burns). . The smallest goal in life's worth having. You need the purpose. You need the ideal. Or the dream. Don't waste the impulse or the longing.
I could be a soldier. Go out there and fight to save this land. Be a people's soldier. Paramilitary gun in hand. I won't be a soldier. I won't take no orders from no-one.
I could be a soldier. Go out there and fight to save this land. Be a people's soldier. Paramilitary gun in hand. I won't be a soldier. I won't take no orders from no-one.
No one knows exactly where he came from. It wassomewhere in arkansaw. grew up flat broke with no education. Had his run-ins with the law. His fists became his passport out of hell.
Hah!. . When we started we thought we were great. Though nobody else agreed. Just you and I wasting our time. Playing and singing out of key. . And they said we played too loud.
You feel the damp in the evening air. You see them standing you feel them stare. You hear their insults you can hear them shout. You try to answer but no words come out.
This is for thugz in every state, we know that bustaz gonna hate tonite world. wide,. Ain't no place that we rather be, livin it up with the family tonite and world.
Yo, yo what up? one luv, one thug. Know what y'all muthafuckas need?. What we need nigga? Know what America need?. What do America need? A Outlaw as a president.
Verse 1: Young noble. . Yo. I don't want no open caskets. Don't be crying to me. I don't want nobody standing there lying to me. Talking about if you was there you would've died for me.
Without a song the day would never end. Without a song the road would never bend. When things go wrong, a man ain't got a friend. Without a song. . That field of corn would never see a plow.