chord strums and the drums set in And I know what I have been waiting around for Because no one's going home until the morning comes No one's going
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
desk, or at a table eating dinner and there is some one, some slave, or some anything underneath eating mine alone and no one knows or eating every ones
sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor
Killa?? then start flexin When the shit poppin' off in my direction Nigga got a 17-shot for protection Life ain't no joke Too many niggas I know was takin
leaflets in bethlehem cause the bibles played out so I'm writing a new text we are all one, so what's the problem with group sex!? and so many children
, the acceptance of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home. One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of
reggae music in a different stylee. Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the band that they call Sublime, right? Don't take it too
: [Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of our nightly Easy Rider Parties. An Easy Rider Party was when everybody would come over to my house, the band
purp He had love for us Mexicans Loves to see young playas stacking Benjamins [Nump:] (Nump Trump) I wake up and blaze one for Pac every morning Its