now no surprise kids its kinda swords wow and i came from an ile never seen a blizzard so the weather stays foul but a group on as i got grown Blue Scholars
With war rising over the horizon It?s hard to start writing Been fightin in the belly of the titan, my tourniquets tighten around the livin? but dyin
(I don't know what to write? Oh well - Yo) I offer nothing but the uncertain promise That I'll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious Not
?Hey Pete, why do we eve write songs like this man? People ain?t gonna change.? ?I don?t know Bill, you know, uh, there might be somebody out there,
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I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step Walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath
On and on like the song goes I wonder if we've took the wrong road And it seems like so long ago But you know where to go if you ever come home [Repeat
November 30th, 1999 No sunshine The body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops Nearby, somebody got shot But parties don't stop and the parties
broke hold on Why they call themselves right, but then act so wrong Dollar sign challenge why the unemployment line long No call for the blue collar gettin
anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip So keep marching 'til your feet split open "No Rest For The Weary" Blue Scholars
It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum Blasting the broken boom box open closing and The most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine Grab
Now, it's the opening salvo Where poet's scope the people like Mohammad and Malvo A sample of the battle we wagered against an animal Made to snuff us
[Intro:] I'm just an ordinary guy, extraordinary time spent Ordering my life working over-time nights Holdin wires and mics under these lights, but besides
Now from the longest to the shortest, twenty-four in a year From the verses to the chorus you've been longing to hear The talk story transmitted through
(Always writing... always revising) Shorty feels the pressure on his shoulders as he's liftin it Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question
Sister sits on the steps, cigarette rests on fingertips Sippin slow death through her lips Blows a kiss that I can not resist She got that ill gift of