Tatanka tawowakan ki lena Hecenanhgluhapelo This is a song for the Lakota Long time ago the buffalo nation gave themselves So we can survive and have
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2, this is dedicated to An old friend of mine, Michelle She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf Now everything old gonna burn
, we had a vision and the picture was clear We'd both get rich off this and disappear Your life is over but your legacy's just begun And that is said,
bounty for your head I'm wakin' up, tossin' and turnin' Like in a scuffle My words aren't clear, rarely I speak, speak My voice is muffled, muffled My hands over
know whats good - we have to feel bad The balance of our life is strong We're living in between what's right and wrong Come and take my hand Searching
From the catacombs, from the murky deserted place the abominable monstrosity has appeared extending its wickedness all over the planet strange entity,
Demons walk over glass from a thousand mirrors I saw my reflection stare me down Underground, there you'll find that your faith is your fear Dream
't you hear this wasted cry, life is over you (Mummy come back 'cos the water's all gone) But you've seen who's in Heaven, is there anyone in Hell? (Mummy
From the streets) cometh a man (A fighter) doin the best that I can (To survive) yes, and it's survival of the fittest Strive for what is mine, the Lord is
your creams are gone You slowly get the feelin' life's been dealin' From the bottom of the deck Your blood is boiling over, fuse is getting short Here
to me I would never let you go I guess the question that keeps coming to mind is tell me girl Are you still down for mine) (I could search this world
is shining bright over the forest And the creatures of the night won't let me rest Beyond reality - for no one to see Dark is the dream - no one hears
nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth I know the streets thirst water like Moses Walking through the hot desert searching to be free This is
go to Chicago It's cheap wine and sorrow times is hard to swallow In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words from the Bible and use them for survival
Run to the magic land Magic is waiting for you The acolytes direct their steps just there But they must always beware Because only the best one can survive
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
make up for the fact that they settled in life It's like a fight between the devil & Christ over the limelight Spiritual celebrity boaker But the whole deck is
wanna let you know, how we feel Black Jesus Searchin' for Black Jesus It's hard, it's hard we need help out here So we searchin's for Black Jesus It
