You must be proud of yourself. Taking a stand against the world. Ruled by man. With your fist in the air. Metaphorically you take on the world. Girl you're like Muhammed Ali. I'm sorry about tha
Oh! City don't cry. Oh! City don't cry. Is all your virgin truth turned to lies. Are all your dreams of freedom monolith. Is all your peace and justice so much, myth. Oh city don't cry. Oh! City
Nothing can tear you apart. If you keep livin' straight from the heart. Though you know that you're gonna hurt some. The magic will come When you keep livin' straight from the heart. You will know
It's getting to the point. Where I can't hang around no more. It's getting to the point. Really have to open up the door Times are changing. You better use your sense. Use what you've got. From
I was born and raised in the ghetto. Talk with me and you'll know. I wasn't satisfied with living on the side. I started looking around for a possibility. But listen to my story, of what became of
Well they tell me of a pie up in the sky. Waiting for me when I die. But between the day you're born and when you die. They never seem to hear even your cry Chorus. So as sure as the sun will shin
Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes. Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore. Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time. Thinkin' about all the money he made
Rendest rachib, rhud rhip zelp. Borachs un fun dehl noach, shochen zoap Oh oh, oh yeah. Ah ah, oh yeah And your city will fall. And your corn won't grow. To the silence from the temple. Hear the