Broke. Ain't got no money, dont know where to go. Just sittin' staring at the stereo. I think we better turn it UP,turn it UP ,turn it UP Loud. Cause
Well, the crooks are out And the streets are gray You know I wouldn't have it Any other way, yeah Your mother's words They're, they're ringing still
Now we're getting nasty Everybody's talking about the kids The kids got funky soul and groove emotion But if you don't give the kids the chance to use
Here's a song for the nightsI think too much And here's a song when I imagine us together Here's a song for when we talk Too much and I forget my words
Drug boy said it's show time Streets don't give a damn They filled with such pollution The kids don't stand a chance We're trapped inside the matrix
And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the
Like the crashing of a wave On the shores of consciousness We're alive and we're awake to the world And with the gift of love we're blessed 'Cause we
No, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad Well, maybe just a little just a tad I know every apple here ain't bad But I found a worm in every single one I had Boys
Looking out a dirty old window Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving I can
You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects
One, maybe not one Maybe you too Are wonderin' Wonderin' who Wonderful you Are wonderin' Child, child, child The child, the child Father of the sun Child
Mason died on Monday We bricked him in the wall All his children grew and grew They ain't never grew so tall before They may never grow so tall again
Way up on that mountain children Reachin' up there for ya children Need ya back down here my children To plant your pretty flowers children Hey, hey,
Yeah Children (Remember) Remember the children, yeah Children (Yeah remember) Gotta remember the children, yeah yeah yeah yeah Children (Remember) Gotta
Oh Yea Did you see me lookina?? cool In my white tee shirt And my cowboy boots And my baby blues Starina?? at you from across the room Did you see me
Jesus loves the little children, He loves the retards too, But not as much as the little children, Or else his heart would go blue, Jesus loves the little
Play me down my lover Like we're undercover Like we're in a fresh veneer Like all the girls and boys in school Our anticipation And our bad behaving
Draggin' old Mustang '69 Top dropped back an' lookin' fine Workin' the groove, backin' up with Scotch Lookin' like Sir Lancelot What it is, brother?
