source is alive You forgot the words of your creator And now he's made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe
five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I know for his braids and lessons a wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest a right
happen, huh? You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin' head Now there's got to be somethin' done 'bout all this shit
bitches that are on your mind Do they call you $hort, because of your height or your width Dis me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff Wrapped around a slinky, your a
a little pink piggy who loved roller-skating and playing pretend the boy that she loved was a real snackmaster the world was a beach ball and we were all
a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier
your muthafuckin' hood and make it shine And a, give up the muthafuckin' goods 'cause they mine Uh huh, we done forgotten, dirty niggas from the block Rotten, leaving niggas rotten, it's a
all in vain The dark clouds're gone there's whole lotta shakin' goin' on Cause time changes everything [ piano ] Time has passed then I have forgot you yes I have Mother
not repetition Music is love-- love for the masses, for all classes Love conquers all Love accepts all Love respects all Love dares to dream (A Love Supreme, A Love
it she'll lie It's only a 10 minute high Eyes that witnessed a father beat on a mother Witnessed a system take away her only brother No one ever said that they loved
look it's not enough (His dreams) His dreams are in the gutter and now he's just a number (It's the) All because he wanted to belong all (All) Oh baby
My mother reads her magazines. I hear her call sweet dreams, But I forgot how to dream. But you say it's time we moved in together And raised a family
I'm comin' from We need more love music, we sure can use it To turn those people on We need more love music We need more love music We need more love
for your bullshit or playin' A'salaam a something' or another "Wait isn't Juanita your mother?" "I told you I know you, now grant me a moment" At the
glad to be gay. A.I.D.S, now you're gonna die. A.I.D.S, in hell you're gonna fry. A.I.D.S. Blame it on your mother, your friends, this century, your
there your school work papers all forgot your name you became the dust from which you came all the voices coming out of the dark the snow melted away all
Made a move on a brother from the Boogie Down Bronx He was a bully that beat up punks In the cells and caught A couple of the C.O.'s Snatched a brother
I dreamed that you were weeping And your tears poured down like diamonds For a love beyond all keeping And you caught them one by one In a million silk