One morning when the mist came down I woke up early and I looked around My baby slept, the sky was blue I started walkin' thinkin' only of you Up
Превод: Америка. Једног јутра.
pocketful of friends Half way home and we'll be there by morning No tomorrow waiting 'round the bend Singing, ?Good morning, America, how are you? Don
In the morning Anyone caught interfering with the collection of urine samples Will be shot, stay in your homes, remain calm The number one enemy of
take one ride With you And how I used to hoop off in them to tournaments With you And how I used to club hop on weekends With you Your family called the morning
's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing? Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one
not understand But, you may have to rewind this shit a few times Heaven, Heaven Check it out I know tomorrow ain't a promise That's why I live one day
see the bus on collision course You point your arm and turn your head and wait for the impact This is the feeling we learn to live with in North America The morning
you do when life gets too hard for you Shed tears or is that to hard for you I'm just a man, reflection of my family Meaning you ain't gotta have one
the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail Or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale Or the one who fights the fires, the one who
around the harbor was talk Of America for the Americans Someone said "You want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out." And brought in the Texas Klan One
, plus they starving for meals The main reason, why these teenagers be robbing they peers America, look at what it's come to Sunday morning ain't no youngsters
[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the
testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand, Eatin spam So one more time, testin one two, and
Early in the morning, Could barely feel my face, Cuttin that raw raw hammer on my waist, My baby mammas stressin, im like fuck out of my face, feds on
I thought this was America people! Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh? That's how we workin' huh? Okay Before me there was many, after me there
