Dream on child of change Throw your javelin through the sun Pierce the heart of everyone Though we push to slave the days This is not reality, this
Atonement day, a shepherd cries. Another spotless lamb must die. Oh how could just one sacrifice our God, Jehova satisfy?! Year after year the blood
译文: 指导之声. 想知道男孩诗人.
a un asile. Mais j'represente mon coin de rue, Qu'j'adore, depuis mon adolescence Passee a bringuer dehors. Toujours dans un plan ou un autre, Tel jesus 'vec ses
with my lips One voice forever We'll live together Peace, love, solitude and happiness Electric kiss I'm gonna change the world with my lips One voice
yeah And the music there it was hauntingly familiar And I see you doing what I try to do for me With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir And
on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that
that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice up
myself on the ocean those frivolous thoughts but I'm brought up full of this independence caught up sever relentless evil intentions nobody knows him even the henchmen warrior, poet
to the ground No matter how you're feeling You know you're never on your own And your boss is quietly hounding As he creeps into your sleep No voice nor poet
I have found When all these voices talk too loud you are quietly reassuring me With the hands of a healer And the tongue of a teacher It's your voice
There's a voice on the phone Telling what had happened Some kind of confusion More like a disaster And it wondered how You were left unaffected But you
rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt
ya React like a cat when he arches back Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last poet's told
give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive
[uncredited spoken word poets form the song's intro] "After a week of smoky nothingness.." {*voice SLOWED down* ".. the stars had returned
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more
