change my destiny Just like I'd never felt the sun on my face fade away What can I do to get back to you, the way it should be? Nothing good comes free It
and miracles i remember pretty faces so severe and lyrical i'm talking amelia earhart, neko case and frida kahlo all alone, the way it should be, i don
how to hold it!" It was a thirty-eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, wedged it behind my
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
it's all right Just let it ride For all the things I've said and known I guess some reason could be shown Life can be easy Life can be kind Plain sodomy
' in these streets And it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women And, it ain't gonna be no future without the children And, it ain't gonna be
and said, ?I have glorified it, and I will glorify it again.? And I think that promise just drove Christ to the cross. I think it did too. You may
done but our culture continues its course sip poisoned wine from the chalice of one culture's way down the highways of progress we've paved crosses stand
beatings The conquest and despair When they tried to take our culture Cut off all our hair This is a ritual of healing One that should be seen It was
a stepping stone On the road to the riches we hitting for Anybody coming my way I'm gunning my way Whoever got something to say better be runnin away
/ And it's all right Just let it ride And if I should lose my very soul / In some distant port of call / I would still find my way home / If I took
of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played
know how to hold it." It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, Wedged it behind
mean fightin in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future without the children, and, it ain't gonna be
Graffiti Rock So check it, the brothers wanna wreck it To get what's expected, cause hip-hop, should be respect Gotta get it back, to get it on track
even know how to hold it." It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, Wedged it behind
