without a name... And the one who has her Love is no more safe..." "And until I get my peace I'm but a shade..." [The Witch-hunt] The sun lit the
love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home We should see the gates by mornin' We should be inside
quick, it furthers one To have somewhere to go You can feel it as it's rumblin' Let emotions keep a tumblin' Then as cities start to crumblin' Mostly empty bellies grumblin' Here we go
dear King William, that?s my point precisely King William It?s such good parenting Queen Uberta And politics So happy we agree King William I think we?ve got a
not to push? Little boy; We could have been great friends But you frightened me to death you see You made a rabbit out of me And now we can't go back
Now, once upon a time not too long ago A nigga, like myself had to strong arm a ho Now, this was not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy
you not to push Little boy we could have been great friends but you frightened me to death you see you made a rabbit out of me and now we can't go back
a knife We were far from the shores of England Far from our native soil To chase a wish and hunt the Fish And on the rocks to toil We were far from the
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed a streetlight
doorway, Like a cat up in a tree. Sleeper come and go with me. A small farm in Wisconsin For a driftless man, Supper on the table, And a lover's tender
it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for
worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout
my doorway, Like a cat up in a tree. Sleeper come and go with me. A small farm in Wisconsin For a driftless man, Supper on the table, And a lover's
bells ring Let the serpent sing Let everything We came down The rivers and highways We came down from Forests and falls We came down from Carson and Springfield We
is where the witch hunt starts You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn The books will burn You better think it out We should be able to
He was writin' children books. They writin' pentagrams in they hands" [Stacee Adams:] They try'd to give a nigga 20 years for a gun without a trail All