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Wake up everybody. No more sleepin' in bed. No more backward thinkin'. Time for thinkin' ahead The world has changed. So very much. From what it used to be. There is so much hatred. War and
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gotta come up with a plan. And be there when the * hits the fan. I hope ya'll out there understand. Look man it's a * up job, but somebody's gotta do it Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical
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gotta come up with a plan. And be there when the * hits the fan. I hope ya'll out there understand. Look man it's a * up job, but somebody's gotta do it Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical
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gotta come up with a plan. And be there when the * hits the fan. I hope ya'll out there understand. Look man it's a * up job, but somebody's gotta do it Yeah ya'll, ideal for a lyrical
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I can't write left-handed. Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother?. Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer. Trying to get, trying to get a
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I can't write left-handed. Would you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother?. Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer. Trying to get, trying to get a
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the Hall of Fame. Music my therapeutic way to cope with all this pain. Was headed for the drain, soakin before the rainwater came. And chaos, into the order came. I started doin what I'm 'sposed to
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Jamacan,. yes, I'm a radical (roots radical),. and I'm miles away from home. They won't see me round the corner,. they can't catch me on the straight. They won't see me round the corner,. they can't
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Play I some music, this a reggae music (repeat). Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music (repeat). Bob Marley. Hey mister music, sure sounds good to me. I can't refuse it, what to be got to be. Feel
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John Legend. I wish I knew how, it would feel, to be free. I wish I could break, all the chains, holding me. And I wish I could say, all the things, that I should say. Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
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(instrumental, no lyrics). Created byaphex twin
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Get 'em up high okay, yeah Go all-star, and get down for yours. To the ladies in the house, we proud of y'all. You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course. High, lift 'em up high, okay When
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And it weights a ton. 'Riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun. Black master of any trade under the sun. Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue. Clear my path and come get your captain
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The coldest night. Came in the spring. The final frost. Was late again We dried the roots,. Froze the shoots. Killed the flowers,. And stole the color from the sun Oh, let the river in. Burst
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The coldest night. Came in the spring. The final frost. Was late again We dried the roots,. Froze the shoots. Killed the flowers,. And stole the color from the sun Oh, let the river in. Burst
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