the street. In a sane society wealth and possession would not be an asset. * A few years ago a politician was on the radio Saying that no one in the
finish Through the whole war I hold the position Madman troop fold opposition (Duke) No scar on your soul When You fight on like a true psycho Roam
lives At the end everyone dies We're all cursed like that Bu the Maker No muthafucka shall be a life-taker We cross the firing line, sickos on both
I'm tryin' to live a hundred plus in this crazy world So hold down my fam, Queens, and my baby girl Look here we tryin' to make it but they tryin' to hold
control lost on my way searching and dying more each day Bridge Trying as hard as I can Won't someone hold out their hand I feel so strange in this land
him I knew he would be gone A picture card of yesterday, a photograph of yesterday And far off in a deserted part of town The shadows like a silent
we lose and get lost, just a few get across This broken promise land Here we go now, a little closer Keep your head down on my shoulder We're on our
was strange in a strange land And we got broken wings we were bound to fall Until the sun comes up you can hold my hand I still sleep with the lights on
guess not, barefoot pregnant women Little kids with snot on their face A land of plenty, a dynasty of disgrace I'll manifest for you Careening on the
need a pillow [Chorus] [DeWayne Wiggins:] Lay a drop on the pillow (Yeah baby) And just relax, relax, relax (Cuz that was made for you) Lay a drop on
far, and tell me what you see. [XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains... a land of
look far, and tell me what you see. XERXES: I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow- crowned mountains... a land
Strange moon, strange land Strange man Hold your hands tightly horses Hold them, hold them kindly Man Low red moon I'll paint you Sleep like a baby
on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold
on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
they're talking to There was someone on a platform talking to the folks About the T.V. god and all the pain that it invokes "It's too bright a light",
the better of the black man Everywhere you look the black man is on the map and Here comes a Nubian to give a hand and feed a land When I drop my bomb