the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind
sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind
the Carolina Birddog AKA Ginboy, Mister Ginboy, y'all know what it is I got my man gotto in the house tonight I got my homeboy Bryan in the house tonight
with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school And ain't wind up to be dumber
lean where I'm from I'm interplanetary, my insect movements vary It's kinky if it's hair, G, where I'm from The fire hoses blow, it's purple wind and
'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just
my girlfriend Wearin' Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto Movin' quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes 440 engine blowin' wind
O Yo, but I ain't on papers no mo' Ain't gotta creep and sneak At least not to blow (Not to blow) I spent my first two years gettin' high By smokin' dollar
'm sick of everything that my money can buy The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts First the lights, then the collar goes up and the wind begins to blow
the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
Oh the neon lights were flashing and the icy wind did blow The water seeped into his shoes and the drizzle turned to snow His eyes were red his hopes
up headstones, blowin' out headphones Steppin' to me, you'll wind up in the dead zone It's nothin' personal, that's how it goes, G Step up with beef, and you'll wind
pulls, I can't set it free Not quite below, but slowly I'm breaking In saving you I, I would be killing me Fear of wind, fear of rain We built this house
I haven't taken you yet Can't you see I'm harder than a man can get I got wet dreams comin' out of my ears I get hard if the wind blows your cologne
and bring a dime bag of weed Like a nigga that's sick caught up in the groove Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move Out of that house
up in that house of torture Steppin' to that Koopsta bitch [da wicked witch or horror] Horror da chambers that tame us They came up To feed off your soul fool
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands
