strapped down with sedatives [Shaggy] Hangin' all by the neck from the IV Sedatives for the lively, stunnin' me Ask me, no answer I'm cuttin' your neck first chancer [Violent J] White walls, white
strapped down with sedatives Hangin all out the neck from the I.V, Sedatives for the lively Study me, ask me, no answer, I'll cut your neck first chance sir White walls, white
mind like dienetics Havin visions of emergency surgery, anesthetic Respirators and IV and these All around me, beside me Man this all reminds me Of how
in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore cannot
Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city To the best of our ability Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the Interests
With bravery we have sun But where are you now, my son? Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me To smile at me and quietly let me
for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout Mix the Bass Ale with
like to thank me for the hanky-panky On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me It took a long time for the people to hear my rhymes
best 'Murs for President' Unless we try the innocent'll die You can't close your eyes, keep living in a lie Look, we not helpless, we not hopeless Said a prayer for
brother havoc doing his thing, yo for real It's all good in the hood, the escalade with the wood-grain Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed Hear me acknowledge all my people
me live Let me love love, let me love Let me learn learn, let me learn Let me laugh laugh, let me laugh Let me see see, let me see Let me say say, let me say Let me
apply to the CIA And muthafuckas make sneakers for a quarter a day I?m from where they overthrow democratic leaders Not for the people but for the Wall
were slaves Then they say Jesus was white, understand That means that mystery God in the sky's a white man These two things alone make us start to feel
head, make a brotha submit Hit me in the face with sticks, lockin me down for bein around Still remember, never surrender into the beast The man, peace for
I don't understand the things you say You tell me there are people marching in our streets The signs they carry say that we don't fight for peace There
Gather 'round me people A story I will tell About a brave young Indian lad You should remember well From a tribe of Pima Indians A proud and peaceful
two kinds of people White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me Pull over to the side, routine for me Tearin up my shit, like they lookin
again No one's ever been, oh, good to me since then Everywhere I looked it seemed so color bright There were never such things to me as black and white