silence that falls between our eyes It?s not just tonight It?s not just tonight When we sat and waited for words we can?t deny Go Gone And can you be
Till next I came to anchor At the cross near Spancill Hill 'Twas on the 23rd of June The day before the fair When lreland's sons and daughters And friends
always love when we in God's arms A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop A message to my
porch tellin her daughters "come in" Got fathers grabbin sons "where the hell have you been?" Boy and y'all just startin young I'm talkin 13 and 10 They
And I am evil, I am disaster, I am catastrophe By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone A horrible tale of pestilence and plague, darkness and woe Now
bullet's, disease the portugese, they weren't there any more now they're gone, they're gone, they're really gone you never seen anyone so gone there
might see em round the city and won't even say wassup when n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors and we learn to f-ck hoes off trial and error
instead of lending a helping hand they want to see blood and these days i know that god be so mad daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads and
money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for
In bruton town there lived a noble man He had two sons and a daughter fair By night and day they were contriving For to fill their sister's heart with
study hard and save the party for the holidays Diplomatic with dem Diploma And them bound fi great Because dem nah pick up no matic and a perpetrate
Bobby killed a man Packed his bags and left with Lisa-Jane Sister was an also-ran Ran and never showed her face again Those daughters, sons and uncles
And sometimes it's the prayers of your little old granny But the truth of the matter is God didn't have any stepchildren He has no grandchildren, only sons and
and save the party for the holidays Diplomatic with dem Diploma And them bound fi great Because dem nah pick up no matic and a perpetrate And then I love
hinge On Uncle Sam's daughters and sons Good old boys and girls Congregating, waiting in another world With roller coaster brains Imagine, playing with trains Good old boys and
We will look for you From down here Up into the airwaves Where you have gone A crowd of broken sons And daughters Listen to confessions Of what you
that book every page And then I put it away Said I don?t think so It makes slaves of all of womenkind And corpses of the men And I just don?t know
