the old songs the cockney routines All the old women, all the young men Try changing places then back again Old man in the morning, Young man at night
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All the old songs the cockney routines All the old women, all the young men Try changing places then back again Old man in the morning, Young man at
of revalations And now I realize we in revalations And on that note I make this statement For all the young guns to become one to die young Because the
was a sad, sad old day? All your young life you've seen such misery and pain The world is a cruel place to live And it ain't gonna change You're so
of time To grow old and die But when at last your beauty's faded You'll be glad that I have waited for you When you're done With being beautiful and young
I'm that spirit that keep it young but a old one Handle my business other rappers have no stamina in this They be livin glist and glam and they finish
, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx Fuck the cops, we makin' noise and we won't stop Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin' drop Old school
a veteran of a thousand psychic wars I've been living on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar And I'm young enough to look at and far too old
take him into space again Where he was both young and old The dancers stiff with pain And they've made him kneel too long And the madness they have
veteran Of a thousand psychic wars I've been living on the edge so long Where the winds of limbo roar And I'm young enough to look at And far too old
that comes and goes No matter what There is a new day on its way And no matter what There is more love to be made A crowd of young people gather in
and the Crips and the KKK But, if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And
now And your blue eyes show a new dimension That this world has got a new extension You came to me in days of sadness There is no young there is no old
Always waiting in silence Just biding his time And happened on a young lady Up from the depths of despair She spoke with a twist on her tongue And a
madness At the tree, at the crossroads The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart The squire's men do taunt and tease her Drag her off the grave and
old to learn You're never too young to pray It's never too late to learn And hope for better days You're never too old to learn You're never too young
and lonely dreamers Struggling to survive Here's to the true and daily heroes Keeping our dreams alive Here's to the young and old crusaders Battling