All the positions i feel it really back in the day Im ready to play my trombone have a parade Get it get it get it get it come here well theres a couple
My arm's like a big limp stump! I fell asleep on my arm! And now it's totally numb! I fell asleep on my arm! My arm's like a big limp stump! Corporate America
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been The champion of the world Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America, fightin
Earth, Wind and Fire Yeah, yeah, yeah Come on, come on, come on, come on No money in my pocket gotta get a no limit So I became America's most wanted
Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Take me home Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is
There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right. Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together. Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
camera action the hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy John Bliggy player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers parades
half as nice It makes the hood in America look like paradise Compared to the AIDS infested Caribbean slum African streets where the passport's an American
man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God It's America! It's America
a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America, fightin'
attache Et que l'on s'aime Pour qu'un jour tout se casse Noye dans un torrent de haine J'ai perdu ma route Un jour d'hiver, hier Berce par les doutes aux gouts amers
shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole. Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it. Watchin fox, saw his face on america's most wanted.
novan terram argentum aurumque America but they didn't know that this virgin ground was ab unknow land that overgrows new eden's found the lost paradise
the devil to hit the next level Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal In a thug's paradise where love
makes the hood in America look like paradise compared to the AIDS-infested Caribbean slum African streets where the passport's an a American gun from
not good here So dont try to excel, what a sad day when you realize nothing can change The revolution didn't leave you it never came. There will be no parades
my super cream) Get me paid, get sprayed, hang wit' homies that's made Come through ya town, put it down like a parade See I come from Detroit and it
here is all you possess Welcome to the edge Below the towers of the citadel Seems someone overlooked the cost Forgotten soldier of paradise Now paradise