the middle and there?s two now on the end Do you have the guts to falsify as you stand up on the ledge? You are innocent Sentencing can?t save me and
About precision timing and vision, get up and go and don't turn back If you, ah, soldier and you know it hold ya head up high And keep stompin' in yo
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
the streets You went to prep school in Cambridge With daughters and sons of the privileged elite The fortunes from shipping and industry The futures in yacht clubs and
Grammy's and twenty Soul Train Awards (bitch) Squash beef with 'Pac and 'em Cus I was too busy studying pimping under Ice-T and Freddie Foxxx and 'em
protectors and friends have been sleeping Now it's a monster and will not obey The spirit was freedom and justice And it's keepers seem generous and
funny Trying to rob this nigga because I was fucking hungry But if you try to test, let's blast a nigga in a hurry Me and my squad bounce and left the
in arm, arm in arm We are our father's sons and daughters, one by one Marching off to kingdom come And we're hunting down We're trying to find The architects
protectors and friends have been sleeping Now it's a monster and will not obey The spirit was freedom and justice And it's keepers seem friendly and
little men live on the inside and yo they just shining they lights If you believe this and would teach it to your sons and daughters Get a MRI done on
it up Mr. officer, crooked officer We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir We been struggling to make it, in America too long All we wanna do is live our life, and
and fearsome man was he with a daughter most passing fair. Four sons his lady had borne him long four sons that had ne'er drew breath and as his daughter
About precision timing and vision Get up and go and don't turn back If you ah soldier and you know it hold ya head up high And keep stompin' in yo big
streets. You went to prep school in Cambridge, With daughters and sons of the privileged elite. Their fortunes from shipping and industry, Their futures in yacht clubs and
peace and all was grand. Years passed by and the lovers grew old; they had four sons who grew mighty and bold. Diarmuid longed to go hunting with Fionn
the age of dawn Thy pale skin upholds the marks Of a dream of scarlet nights...." The archfiends of fearless hunting Destroyer of daughters and sons
Vertaling: Ian Hunter. Zonen en Dochters.
