of fear Shrug your shoulders and they disappear Take this gift and let it grow Let it be all the hope you know It doesn't change
翻訳: 教会. それは変更しない.
Yeah, you know what it is Aiyyo, back on the scene, ain't nuthin' changed Still doin' wild things, whippin' somethin' mean The whole shorts in the Rolls
, yeah It doesn't make you care (make you care) Not designed to make you care (make you care) They're betting you won't care (you won't...) Place a wager
a brother once He drowned in a bathtub Before he had ever learned How to talk And I don't know what his name was But my mother does I heard her say it
puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
place we believe is better So why be sad, why be mad Now you can see it ain't about the cheddar It's all about the time that we spend together Not the
her dad was a junky Went in debt to his arms, it's sad 'cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just 'cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow
I?m makin' 'bout a half a mile a day The road to Heaven doesn?t have a rapid transit plan It's one way with no changes goin' to the promised land But
it's more tinted On this side it get's out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless side of it How come an
matter what i say it's all a fucking waste of time it's getting nothing done i can yellscream and small all i want but it doesn't fucking matter i'm
Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging Someone from some other part of town No one even seen it coming down And you don't hear no church bells ringing
tha way tha plan Instead, I can't stand it feel I'm gonna self destruct But I don't wanna go to hell Vixin' tha body does it tell 'n explicit For more
That's because we're country kids How it was is how it is Yeah, that's the way we all were raised Reckon some things ain't never gonna change It's in
the will of the design. Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep, Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back. The church of mine may not be recognised by steeple, That doesn't
a bony hand Don't you ever never take it It's the key to his land Oh, it's strange How every thing's changing Now my life is fading away Oh, it's strange
'm tired of life and death being sold as a pair And politicians who keep saying they care but Maybe hoping for a change is a dream Maybe life ain't as bad as it
And doesn't want you to do a damn thing about it When they want change The preacher says, "Shout it" Does shout bring about change? I doubt it All shout
