Books are burning in the main square And I saw there, the fire eating the text Books are burning in the still air And you know where they burn books,
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't ask (Don't tell) Just take whatcha need I'm an open book So go on and take a look Chorus: We are the face of a new generation We are the ones who
kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world Spanish children are taught On their knees to believe Angel of Mercy, people are
{Yeah, peace king, peace king Listen, they wrote a book on your life, right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin' doubt! Let's make history homey,
And a beating with a book everyone the book tells you to love There is an ember in the heart of the kiln And its burning hot with love Burning out my
my life I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas I don't know that who?d ya think you are And here we are, steady
right everybody knows im a G, im what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after i burn a fuck nigga, fuck all yall fuck niggas i got a black book
That we can burn the sky It's written a thousand years ago In the book of life Are you the one that God had made for me Are you the one who's always
Everything inside of me Is burning up for you to see And if we should get into it A two way kind of syndicate, hold me Compare us to a Ferris wheel Just
sinking like a rock Into the filthy Hudson what a shock They wrote a book about it They said, 'It was like ancient Rome" The perfume burned his eyes
ll give me hell And that I don't know how to fix it is making me unwell, well I arrive at your house but you've just got up And you are wearing a towel
Southern man, better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change's gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern
no more All my leaves are turning with The changing of the season All my dreams are burning up And running out of reasons All my pages empty Like a book
like Pat Sajak I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books
We, we are the champions, we can't stop 'Cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down By any means necessary, I'mma hold down tradition
The hero often fails And you won't read that book again Because the ending's just too hard to take I'll walk away like a movie star Who gets burned