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Find a shadow cast by rainbows
There you’ll meet the sage. Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage. He can give you more direction than you’ve ever known. Show you your bronzed baby shoes Now, my how you have grown! Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But Peace won’t be still of its own free will. Say you want to go exploring; you got to find some truth. Can’t stand one more day of Christians shouting down at you. You say you don’t dig politics that never was your bag. People who could run for office wave their private flag. Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will. |
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| 2. |
| 4:31 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:12 |
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| 4. |
| 3:18 |
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Speed on by, don't seem to have the time
What about this life? What about this life? Can I call mine? Issues in the paper (somehow I'm not concerned) Seems that I've been here before Here before, but I never learn Children Slowly turn Time stay gone, we never saw it go Now what do we have? Now what do we have, that we may show? Friends you swore you'd never lose (melted from your style) Down the tunnels of your youth, of your youth, Now you never smile Children Learn to smile |
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| 5. |
| 3:31 |
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| 6. |
| 2:57 |
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| 7. |
| 2:11 |
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You explained it to me I must admit
But just for the record you were talkin' shit Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated For the people you've always hated In this hell hole you, we, call home No knock, the man will say To keep that man from beating his wife No knock, the man will say To protect people from themselves No knockin', head-rockin', inter-shockin' Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' And bein' white No knock No knocked on my brother Fred Hampton Bullet holes all over the place No knocked on my brother Michael Harris And jammed a shotgun against his skull For my protection? Who's gonna protect me from you? The likes of you? The nerve of you? Your tomato face deadpan Your dead hands ending another freedom fan No knockin', head rockin', inter-shockin' Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' And bein' white But if you're wise, no knocker You'll tell your no-knockin' lackeys Ha! No knock on my brother's head No knock on my sister's head No knock on my brother's head No knock on my sister's head And double lock your door Because soon someone may be no-knockin' Ha, ha! For you (No knock: To be slipped into John Mitchell's suggestion box.) |
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| 8. |
| 1:36 |
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| 9. |
| 4:32 |
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| 10. |
| 1:31 |
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The economy is in an uproar
The whole damn countries is in the red Taxi fares are going up You say, "Billy Green is dead"? The government can't decide on bussin' or at least thats what they said Yea I heard you, when you told me You said, "Billy Green was dead" But let me tell you bout these hot-pants that this big legged sister wore when i partied with the alphas what? Billy took an overdose well now junkies will be junkies but did you see Gunsmoke last night? man they had themselves a shootout and folks was dyin' left and right At the end when Matt was cornerd i had damn near give up hope What you? Why you keep on interrupting me? you say, My son is taking dope? Call the law and call the doctor! What you mean i shouldn't scream? My only son is taking dope? Should i sit here like I'm pleased? Is that familiar anybody? Check out whats inside your head Because it never seems to matter when it's Billy Green who's dead |
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| 11. |
| 1:39 |
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I was doin' it when I was a colored boy of eight or nine or ten
I had never heard of Sigmund Freud but hell I was doin' it then I was doin' it in my teenaged years when I was running the ghetto streets Now I had never seen me no ink blot test but it still felt good to me I was doin' it when I arrived in college searching for my degree But Lord knows a degree wasn't all I got and that's the way it's supposed to be I hope that when I have kids of my own they really don't get shook When I tell them that there are things they've got to learn that can't be found in books. |
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| 12. |
| 3:16 |
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| 13. |
| 3:17 |
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Find a shadow cast by rainbows
There you’ll meet the sage. Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage. He can give you more direction than you’ve ever known. Show you your bronzed baby shoes Now, my how you have grown! Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But Peace won’t be still of its own free will. Say you want to go exploring; you got to find some truth. Can’t stand one more day of Christians shouting down at you. You say you don’t dig politics that never was your bag. People who could run for office wave their private flag. Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will. |
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| 14. |
| 3:20 |
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Speed on by, don't seem to have the time
What about this life? What about this life? Can I call mine? Issues in the paper (somehow I'm not concerned) Seems that I've been here before Here before, but I never learn Children Slowly turn Time stay gone, we never saw it go Now what do we have? Now what do we have, that we may show? Friends you swore you'd never lose (melted from your style) Down the tunnels of your youth, of your youth, Now you never smile Children Learn to smile |
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| 15. |
| 3:08 |
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| 16. |
| 2:04 |
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You explained it to me I must admit
But just for the record you were talkin' shit Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated For the people you've always hated In this hell hole you, we, call home No knock, the man will say To keep that man from beating his wife No knock, the man will say To protect people from themselves No knockin', head-rockin', inter-shockin' Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' And bein' white No knock No knocked on my brother Fred Hampton Bullet holes all over the place No knocked on my brother Michael Harris And jammed a shotgun against his skull For my protection? Who's gonna protect me from you? The likes of you? The nerve of you? Your tomato face deadpan Your dead hands ending another freedom fan No knockin', head rockin', inter-shockin' Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' And bein' white But if you're wise, no knocker You'll tell your no-knockin' lackeys Ha! No knock on my brother's head No knock on my sister's head No knock on my brother's head No knock on my sister's head And double lock your door Because soon someone may be no-knockin' Ha, ha! For you (No knock: To be slipped into John Mitchell's suggestion box.) |
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| 17. |
| 1:35 |
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| 18. |
| 3:32 |
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| 19. |
| 1:34 |
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The economy is in an uproar
The whole damn countries is in the red Taxi fares are going up You say, "Billy Green is dead"? The government can't decide on bussin' or at least thats what they said Yea I heard you, when you told me You said, "Billy Green was dead" But let me tell you bout these hot-pants that this big legged sister wore when i partied with the alphas what? Billy took an overdose well now junkies will be junkies but did you see Gunsmoke last night? man they had themselves a shootout and folks was dyin' left and right At the end when Matt was cornerd i had damn near give up hope What you? Why you keep on interrupting me? you say, My son is taking dope? Call the law and call the doctor! What you mean i shouldn't scream? My only son is taking dope? Should i sit here like I'm pleased? Is that familiar anybody? Check out whats inside your head Because it never seems to matter when it's Billy Green who's dead |
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| 20. |
| 4:20 |
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Find a shadow cast by rainbows
There you’ll meet the sage. Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage. He can give you more direction than you’ve ever known. Show you your bronzed baby shoes Now, my how you have grown! Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But Peace won’t be still of its own free will. Say you want to go exploring; you got to find some truth. Can’t stand one more day of Christians shouting down at you. You say you don’t dig politics that never was your bag. People who could run for office wave their private flag. Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by, But peace won’t be still of its own free will. |
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