It was all just a dream, oh no. Yet I wish it was real. All my pets they were there and they smiled. Take a shit, it was fine. . Everybody so inviting.
Everyday something new comes my way. And helps me get through the past. Anyway, I can't say how long I've been away. But I feel at home at last. I'm aware there's something around me.
Talk to me now, I'm older. Your friend told you 'cause I told her. Friday nights have been lonely. Change your plans and then phone me. . We could go and get forties.
If it's not that far from where we are. I'd like to wait if I could. Until the day that the angel comes around. I won't find the solace that I'm seeking.
There's a place in my head. It's full of memories and I can't even take a peek. There's a place, full of broken promises. And I can't even bring myself to speak.
there's a place in my head. it's full of memories and i can't even take a peek. there's a place, full of broken promises. and i can't even bring myself to speak.
In these days our crimes are paid. by our wasted sweat on the kiling maze. with freedom stains upon your hands. what do you do for a living ?. and how does it feel.
We're amplified, adrenaline, another flag's shadow cover us again.. And on these steps, take back our days.. So when we go go out in a blaze...WE GO GO OUT IN A BLAZE!.
[Originally by Dag Nasty]. . What'd you say. when we said. we'll be here 'til tomorrow. in my heart and in my head. Fear of failure. Fear of reprimand.
Where did it go?. The One!. one big dream we don't give up. steel-eyed through the pressure drop. thirst and hunger. workday rhymes. in disastrous times.
No more coiling in the dust of violence. We take while being taken by the price of silence. Our safety from fulfillment, the razor's touch. Calling your number but the lines are cut.
Look how the ruts cling to my footsteps. The fatal invisible tool, by which we define. We fight for our approval. And fear our removal from the safety of fools.
Your children are shooting up society. 'cause you made money making killing a commodity. at war on tv from a faraway field. a timebomb generation. the nation's fate is sealed.
They say we live like this. and so we die like this. nothing will change. but for the same. if we don't resist. . the greed from the start. the hate in our hearts.
This Is America yeah it's true. but everything else is false. that was taught to. me and you. but. I try to sort it out. I'll try to sort it out. with you.
Hear the preachers from the pulpits of power spin the lies. They sell give the youth our rage inna society built on. Distraction holy material excess strengthen the bars on our cage.
When they broke down the door. and put their guns in the face of your wife and child. and as they pinned you to the floor. did you say "officer, i am not resisting you."?.
The preachers from the pulpits of power. leaders of cloth. they preach to our empty pockets. and the same gang with different colors. plays up to the dialect.
Which lie is the one. that will take me. and which war. Generations of wage slave data. family stories they said don't matter. when the last breath burns.