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Mmmm...
Right..
Let me see I'll go ...
(indiscernable)
...da foreign land near
Come in to my power, said the spider to the fly.
welcome to Africa Online. You have just entered the domain of intergalactic worldwide fight
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(Chorus)
Rock roll y'all Spearheads comes alive
on the eve of two triple O
eleven forty five
no jive we be survivin'
singin' praises to jah
every time we throw down and every time we puff La
Haaaaa!!!, well you can roll my way
on the chocolate supa highway!!!
Late last year
some of ya mighta had fear, that the Spearhead crew
would never be back through your way, no way
we naw go out like that, because we livin' for the riddim
and the funk is always fat so
we bring phat beats like a gift for Christmas
I'll make you testify just like an O.J. Simpson witness
our sound is so alarming like killer bees people all be swarming
so like the price is right come on down, make a little wish
but excuse me while I light my spliff and make some noise
Lyricsif you think the herbs a gift. Hoooo!!
(Chorus)
check it I'm descending back into this record
the heavy breathing funky rhyme paramedic
shootin' funky venom from my sharp teeth injectors
not vex ya but yes to resurrect ya
'cause I can't stand the pain outside my window
why ya think so many smokin' indo blunts
sippin' gin and juice for confidence
blowin' more la than Jackie Chan be doin' stunts
the Buddha elevates the stress off the chest
but could never elevate boot off the ghetto necks
flex like flash when tehy try to pull me under
but like the lightnin' I'll be there before the thunder
{Chorus}
Yes I remember the time in Oklahoma
you tried to blame an Arab
but the whitey was the bomber
you be jumpin' to conclusions
I think you spent your whole life
watchin' cable in suclusion
illusions 'bout what's outside your door
one nigga two nigga three nigga four
robbing every house and every liquor store
run for your life we marchin' one million more
Plowing the fields like some natty dread farmers
you can roll your own in Spetember from our harvest
big up yourself... when life comes gets the hardest
Spearheads comin' straight from the cartridge
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(Chorus)
So I gotta get lifted! All night yea, yea!
(Hip Hop business lift up America)
keep me lifted
(Hip Hop business lift up America)
So I gotta get lifted! All night yea, yea!
(you remind me of my herb you keep me lifted!)
keep me lifted!
I'm the dread lock producer
some call me medusa
salaams and shaloms introduce ya
a rooster waking up the whole coopsta
spearheaded man him nice haffe move ya
sshh... understand why we sweatin'
makin' love in the wake of Armageddon
forgettin' - Babylon need a lesson
drop the tech and use my tongue as a weapon
listen - I come to lubricate the friction
sound system purrin' with my diction
LyricsFrantz Fanon the Wretched of the Earth home
Phenomenon be goin' on and on
sailing along a likkle song
by the record take it home and fling it on
(Chorus)
Hey yo I am the glory-fied of the story
child of a high crime rate category
they explore connect me to an I.Q. test
like a rat in a cage I'm trapped with the rest projects
but now I make my life go flip
like Malcolm comin' out the pen and shit
upliftment from a triffin' scene
to make a blind man murder for the things he seen
to believe is different than the daily bear witness
the spots filled up with the cocaine business
bullets trigger be pulled by the beast
kids paralyzed from his neck to his feet layin' way low
smokin' more and more...
seein' shapes in the chipped paint of my frame window
with slow visions of me livin' in the future
with forty, forty acres, acres and a land cruiser
(Chorus)
Alpha-betical ABCD's come gettable
the brown brotha with the tone unforgettable
it's edible, every word be gourmet-able
Mecca Lekka shake ya hiney ho incredible
really though ya gettin' sick it when ya hear it so
I'm bringin' with it biorhytmical medical
Anti- always dope my biotic
Macrobiotic organic Narcotic
the hemp is Kemp, like Kemp on hemp
Super like sonics keep it real like rent so
ti tac toe me say all in a row
donkey want water me say "hold him Joe"
my stereo killed the video star just like Arsenio Hall
so tall like the rain I never back fall
young lifted and black y'all
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I love family
'cause family brings inspirations
one love to you and peace to all the nations
Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican
the African the Maori, Kouri and the Haitian
on the chocolate reservation
I'll take a hit and then pass the information
to the left hand side and
keep providin', pride and,
sustenance and guidance
Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the barrier
militant cliques big up the area
put your fist in the air now,
show me that cha care now
and that cha really know how
Don't get thee behind me Satan
I'll keep thee in front so I can kick thee in the ass and
assassinate all your wicked inventions
your new world order and your global intentions
not to mention the department of corrections
Lyricsmakin' money off of people in detention
doin' time for possessions
countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up aggressins
progressions all the dirty lessons
in the belly of the beast only God hears confessions
Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the cellar
done as many years as they did Mandela
Parole board wanted to know are you remorseful
how could I be becouse I didn't do the crime yo
y'alls the Motha fucka's that's guilty
lockin' me in solitary eight years of filthy
kill the messanger, you can't kill the message
yo I'm bringin' food for the masses
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For the Masses for the masses
mental food food for the masses
for the masses for the masses for the true for the true
For the Masses for the masses
mental food food for the masses
for the masses for the masses for the true for the true
So let's eat have a seat
call the Maitre D'
commencin' with the riddim
I get open on the beat
let 'em say what they say about the way that we be
it's the year two triple O
They can't stop we
Aw'ight, Sellassie I the book unfolds
I write 'cause half the story has never been told so
No one can stop it the whole world's droppin out the socket
Blowin' up, like NASA when I rock it
the high tech ways of the civilized man
can't stand my people but ya love the sun tan
Fly the space shuttle like dancer and prancer
you nuke the north pole now you got skin cancer
the answer you see I'm fly like Lufthansa
you can Valujet but you takin' big chances
on crashes. Change your name like Cassius
the classes be making food for the masses
then shift to a speed that's common for the listeners
MC's and wanna be street politicians
in competition with the envious visions
they chasin' paper dollars to a pop chart prison
but listen this isn't me against you
'cause the whole world's checking out the things that we do
ya sold your soul to the Saint Ide's brew
that's aw'ight I like the Sprite in you
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Do you remember all those days
the way that you loved me in all those subtle ways
I can remember before you were gone
how when we heard our favorite song
on the radio you'd smile at me and sing along
(Chorus)
but you can't sing our song for no other lover
but you can't sing our song for no other love
You and me would go dancin' after dark
long hot kisses and summer wishes in the park
New York detail the car
I never show up dirty on colored
people's time I'd pick you up 11:30 late night
we'd roll my hooptie down the boulevard
bumpin' bass and rolling low like we was superstars
killing me softly with the way you whisper in my ear
come here my dear
they're playing songs from back in yesteryear
Lyricsthe slow Jammer the night programmer
the time to get undressed and where pajama slammer the car antenna...
picks up songs that belongs to us like birds of feather
like heatwave on scratchy forty five always forever
(Chorus)
I was blind to blind to see I took
for granted the dope shit that you did for me I mistook
all your lovin' for captivity
like Ghetto boys I think my mind was playing tricks on me
I always wanted to let you know like Aretha Franklin
you sing just like the queen of soul
too many secrets in my heart I couldn't let it show
know I still want you and I'm sad
we had to let it go...
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(He's strong!)
Mama Mama Mama Mama I couldn't say "No"
(So strong!)
Got sick and tired of seein' brothers being treated ill
(He's strong!)
They say to chill, they say my homey's not available
(Stay strong!)
I hear Mama they got him working on tha Payroll
(She's strong!)
Mama Mama Mama Mama I couldn't say "No"
(So strong!)
Got sick and tired of seein' sistas being treated ill
(She's strong!)
They say to chill, they say my homegirl's not available
(Stay strong!)
I hear Mama they got her working on tha Payroll
At 21 the brother "Smooth" he got a record deal
been working hard been writin' songs about the things he feels
Lyricshe says it's real, 'cause I got bills, but I got skills
my deck is stacked, if I could only get my shit on wax
when it was ripe he took his tape up to the rec execs
they smoked cigars and rolled their eye's at him behind their specs
your shit is phat but I don't hear it in the format Jack
what's all this black crap check page twenty one of your contract
(Chorus)
A friend of mine Roberta she got a job at the post office
she was college edjamacated but got fired up at the law office
I'm all alone two kids at home, I need a job just any job
so I can get back on my feet like Tina "T"(urner)
the boss came up to her said, "why don't you come home with me"
I'd like to see you take off your clothes for me
she said "No way man!"
he said "You don't understand"
"You lose your life, you lose your job if you don't do this shift!"
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I met a black man who became a police officer
officer, officer, officer, officer, officer, overseer
he tried to tell me it was the only job available
either rob or join the mob 'cause I'm not salable
one night he went out on an undercover sting-ing
bought some smack tried to break the heroin ring-ring
Two cops white cops saw juggling goin' down
they spilled his brain like homey the fuckin' clown
(He's gone!)
Mama Mama Mama Mama I couldn't say no
got sick and tired of seein' people bein' treated ill
picked up my nines, walked up from behind
tapped two of them on the neck so I could meet their eyes direct
Pom! Pom!
I didn't do it for tha payroll
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Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride
Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride free ride
Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride
Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride free ride
Madness in tha hood keeps trying to kill the vibes
even gam's preacher packs a 45
run get the chalice and posse up the tribe
and with the love of Rastafari we shall never die
Wake up in the morn unlock the store pops
hookers on Leavenworth closin' up shops
cops, lookin' like a blind Cyclops 'cause
they clockin' ten percent
of the CREAM off the top
got mad money comin' down the pipe
from the three piece suit who gotta piece last night
the butcher the backer phony credit card maker
plus the operation being sponsored by Jamaica
and then there's the dimea dozen hoodie hitmen
Lyricswho be killin' for sport, they go kids to support
Slingin' dice come cross the snake eyes
come and take a chance on a free ride
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Badi ah-dee adi ah
come and take a chance on a free ride
Badi ah-dee adi ah
come and take a chance on a free ride
Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride
(Madness in tha hood keeps tryin' a kill the vibes)
Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride
(And with the love of Rastafari we shall never die)
Like Gregory Hines I return to the dance, (dancin'?)
broadcast vast audio radiance, enhance
wave hands, shake pants as I commence
DJ wheel up drop bass then advance
I get reactions just like Johnny Cochran
when he compared Mark Fuhrman to that old German
listen Herman Munster was a gangsta
S.F.P.D. shield on his clothes gave up the answer
to the crack freak just released from the jail
twenty in his pocket waitin' to inhale
takes deep breath from the piss stinkin' air
past the drag queen wearin' other people's hair
she snaps, "What you think you lookin' at here you look
like Jimmy Walker wearin' Biggy Small's gear
Get the fuck away before I make you disappear
I don't play that freaky shit do I make myself clear."
(Chorus)
Badi ah-dee adi ah
come and take a chance on a free ride
Badi ah-dee adi ah
come and take a chance on a free ride
Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride
(Madness in tha hood keeps tryin' a kill the vibes)
Ooh Ohh take a chance on a free ride
(And with the love of Rastafari we shall never die)
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I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Why can't we roam this open country
Oh why can't we be what we want to be
We want to be free
3 o'clock-roadblock, curfew
And I've got to throw away
Yes I've got to throw away
Yes I've got to throw away
My little herb stalk.
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
3 o'clock-roadblock
And hey Mr.Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
3 o'clock-roadblock
And hey Mr.Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
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I say my prayers every morning just like orange juice
I crack the crinkles out my body till I'm feeling loose
I strap my sneakers on my feet like they was combat boots
they fit my feet like Cinderella when I'm shooting hoops
Why oh why do memories keep chasing me
sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
sometimes I wanna blow my brains to put my life at ease
but I ain't clocking out I gotta see the seven seas
please seven's a very lucky number for me
that was the age when I discovered how good balling could be
up every morning with the birdies doing little drills
go to my left go to my right developing mad skills
how could a love for this game bring so much sadness
I played with brothas with so much badness
but now they gone I sing a song pop a three
from the top of the key in they memory
(Chorus)
Why oh Why do memories be chasing me
sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
even in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizing lines out on the basketball court singing
Why oh Why do memories be chasing me
sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
even in seasons when it's another color sport
I be remembering my partners on the basketball court
Do you remember runnin' the court in September
me and my homies be down for whoever
would come along and try to send us to the showers
from the game that we'd been dominating' there for hours
all day to be more specific east to west
from Atlantic to Pacific fools would come round
to get down and try to take our crown
but we would hold our ground and we would never back down
old timers new timers would get in line there
and take a seat there and try to prepare
but oh no! there was no chance when we was in the zone
we was alone at the top we had hops we got props
and when we needed to we busted chops
wipe the court with your game like we was using mops
what ever happened to the super hoopers in the park
I reminisce while shootin' solitary after dark
(Chorus)
Brother C came fresh from out of town
and he had handles and like McDonald's he could clown ya
dribbling baby bounces between drinking forty ounces
knock ya on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal
but oh no, the liquor got quicker to his head and he said
"I think I musta placed some stupid bets"
he hit me up for some cash
there was a car crash a splash and then the brother made a mad dash
Rob oh Rob his whole life was like a roller coaster
but on the court he looked like a Dr. J poster
flying high with an Afro blowing in the wind
wiping Windex, index finger rolls off the glass
then swish through the net jump a Corvette with a triple pirouette
but off the court he had a few temptations copulations
no moderations by 24 he had 3 pregnations
last check crack intoxications
so many other brothers gone from this dimension
and none of those who got hurt receive a pension
give a Bup! Bup! to those locked up in detention
memories too many dimension
and we say, one more time... one more time
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And the Lord spoke unto Moses,
"Go unto Pharaoh and say unto him,
'Thus say the Lord, let my people go, that they may serve me.
And if thou refuse to let them go, behold,
I will smite all thy border with frogs...'"
(Chorus)
I'm comin' to gitcha
I'm comin' to gitcha
I'm comin' to gitcha
I'm... comin' ...to gitcha
Babe I'm sick and tired of bein' alone and
I call 911 up the phone and
your like Ebola in my system
I'm sick with you but your the serum
voo doo be tuggin' on my apron see and
I can feel Screamin' Jay Hawkins possessin' me and
damned in reckless abandon,
imagine suspended in the canyon
Lyrics
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I don't understand I feel like I'm goin' crazy 'cause I
I wanna feel you in my... I don't know what ... I'm gonna do 'cause
I have these dreams about followin' you with my hands...
and I get all nervous 'cause I... I wanna call you up and I...
(Chorus)
Baby makin' music for the Massive Global telecommunication
Aboriginol Black Militia Broadcastin' system
the chocolate melter, the helter skelter
the skull rattler, the bush doctor
the part the Red Sea boom shocka
Una Bomber Super Jamma
Jungle Business melt in the Mic not in your hand
Jah! master mind the master plan
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I wanna make it slow
Sensemille
I wanna make it slow
Make me feel ya
Heavy medicine
ya see my eyes are feeling red again
I'm bringin' light
like Thomas funky Edison
been in the desert for forty seven days
Purple Haze
the poison that I tasted never changed
turn up the woofers so I can feel the beat
vibrate my belly like a bomb in harmony
summer heat
my back is sticking to me to the seat
bare feet
tank top and shorts is all ya need
summer breeze
I'm feelin' kinda fine
LyricsI'm rollin with my shorty all the time
wind and grind lovely shake your behind
cinnamon skin be bringing sin to my mind
but whether or not the weather's hot
or the weather's cold
I'm wrapping her like a blanket with my whole soul
so that she can feel me
like Coca Cola I'm the woo-o-oh oh the sweet thing
my girl lollipop she growing mad crops
she rollin' herbs everyday
at about 4 o' clock
tick tock
strike the hammer while the Iron's hot
ooh girl watcha got cooking in the pot
see Mary Mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
Hydrophonic ultra supersonic
or does it grow naturally slow?
(Chorus)
Ganja babe my sweet ganja babe
I love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'
ganja babe my sweet ganja babe
come wake body-ody take my mind away
Everybody get down and do the boogaloo
just like the cover of I want you
yoo hooo look watcha gonna do
watcha gonna do when the rent comes due
round up the posse and call up the crew
5 bucks at the door and ya bring ya own booze
call ya neighbor 'cause they can come too
be sure and bring ya records 'cause I only got a few
so baa baa black sheep have you any wool
yes sir, yes sir a nickle bagful
one for my partner one for my crew
some for my ganja baby she needs 2
cuz just like me they want to be... cool
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I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger
travelin through this world of woe
ther's no sickness toll nor sorrow
in that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I'm just a goin' over Jordan
I'm just a goin' over home
Ya see I'm a concrete buffalo soldier
I gotta chip it's like boulder in my shoulder
look in my eyes and you can see a red marble
like Nostradamus I'm the promise of tomorrow
traveling the city with my mexican cargo
cotton mouth - I take a dry swallow
to the nearest corner watering hole
the bartender with the deed for my soul
satisfaction no I can't get no
lotsa bad habits that I need to control
recite the salms but no emancipation
Lyricschurch for food and liquor stores for salvation
some day I'll make
it home to see my father
he saw the man who shot the coal mine's daughter
and if I had a dime for every gamble I risked
I could buy a diamond for the woman I miss ya see
I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger
ya check with me ya checking in with the danger
I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger
I'm goin' there to see my Mother
she said she'll meet me when I come
I'm just a goin' over Jordan I'm just a goin' over home
Jordan river roll river Jordan roll River Jordan roll on
Gee ain't it funny - how time slips away I wanna
rewind the tape to see my life replay
I soack up the sun - just as a reminder
that I was born a sick side winder
call me a vagrant, no machine to read your fax
I'll never pledge allegiance to your blood sweat and taxes
don't ever mistake me being docile for contentment
don't ever mistake my anger for resentment
it's just the calm before the storm that's why I'm quite
ya always mistaking an upraising for a race riot
you can take my life - but there's no escape
'cause you can't shoot yer way through the pearly gates
so swing low sweet cadillac
coming for to carry me home
swing low pink cadillac
stepping over Jordan I roam
Ya see
I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger
ya check with me ya checking in with danger
I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger
roaming the streets seeking Jesus in a manger
I'm goin' there to see my father
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I'm just a goin' over Jordan
I'm just a goin' over home
When the road is callin' yonder
when the road is callin' yonder
When the road is callin'
when the road is callin' yonder
I'll be there
I'm goin' there to see my father
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I'm just a goin' over Jordan
I'm just a goin' over home
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At days arrival one man at the table eatin' corn flakes
checkin out the paper his brother walks in from a hard nights caper
half hungover and looking for his pager
what's in the news today did we find a saviour
Nah I'm just looking for some part time labor
by the way did you remember put the gas in my ride
or must I remind ya how I lost my last job
chill with all that chatter ya know ya need to stall
trust me baby bro that's what big brotha's for uh uh
I got interviews today so don't even front about my broken gas gauge
by the way things are looking it's a very good day
If I could ever find my wallet I'll be on my way
bigger brotha steps to his girlfriends place
just then the phone rings and it was moms to say
remind ya big brotha it's your cousin's birthday
and I'ma need a half dozen eggs for the cake
No problem moms I'll tell him later in the day
but now I can't find my wallet gotta go I'm late
(Chorus)
LyricsThe world's in your hands don't waste...
don't waste your time
Back to the saga the car wouldn't start up JJJJhhhh..JJJJhhhh
there he goes now he's rolling like a baller
out of the city and into the woods
for a job with a hammer where the pay is good
reaches in the back seat for his favorite tape
uuuh a condom from his brotha's last date
damn my lazy no good brotha and just as he says it
the car starts to sputter and sputter
until it outright stops the gas tank empty
not even a drop I'm gonna choke that nigga when I reach my spot
three miles from no place and now I gotta walk
to the top of the hill and down again
round the bend page my broth from the old fruit stand
the phone ring rings yo it's me your big brotha
I told ya not to sweat me when I'm laying with my lover What!
You punk ass broke muthafukka I told ya cut the crap
when it came to my endeavors chill baby bro and don't even start it
there's a gallon in the trunk andif ya need more fart it
some of my shit along with ya lost wallet
is in the glove box kid, the mystery solv-en
take what's yours and leave mine where ya saw it
my baby's calling gotta go stay solid
(Chorus)
so he hung up the phone in a rush to leave
I forgot to tell my brotha 'bout the cake recipe
star 69 so he pushed it in but
by now the bigger brotha was pursuing some skins
the phone ring rings - don't answer it it's my little brotha
calling fuckin' with me again
So he beeped him back a one two more times
but he was already naked with his Valentine
Damn - I Gotta - get back to the ride
What the hell's going on with this day of mine
once again up the hill down the other side
what the fucks a cop doin snooping by my ride
yo officer - check it - out everything is fine
I just ran outta gas and now I'm running outta time
slow down boy this ain't no race
I can tell you kinda people ain't from this place
tell ya what turn around put ya hands on the hood
and ya best act good just like a good boy should
listen up holdup - I'm speaking the truth
See I'm just trying to get to this here job interview
shut them lips boy don't let 'em get no bigger
or I'm gonna have to say I was attacked by a nigger
now if you wanna make it through the morning with me
I suggest you wise up and show me valid I.D.
chill man - awright - problem - we solve it
my brotha put my wallet in the glove box compartment
aw'ight you can get it but ya don't move quick
just remember I'm behind ya with a full up clip
he opens up the box and to their surprise
out pops a wallet and the bigger brothers nine
the cop shouts "Freeze" raise ya hand kid
he reaches for his wallet and the cop goes blam
damn - pulp fiction in the car
another dead homey tryin' a find a job MMM MMm MMm
back at the crib bigger brotha laying up
and girlfriend says maybe you should give ya little brother a call
and don't forget it's ya cousin's birthday after all
I will in a minute please let me be
I think he left me a message on the message machine
big brotha - I'm gonna be home late
and I'm afraid that my day has been great
can I remind you if it's not too late
to get a half dozen eggs for the birthday cake
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When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely
and contraceptives don't get used by the horny
you can't find the key to the door in your building
but are you still willing
the responsibility becomes an afterthought
when one remembers the things that they should've bought
there's no pretending that you forgot
must everything in life have political ramifications
even taking kids on vacation or having a simple operation
but my friend Billy told me that sometimes
it takes a grown man a long time to learn
just what it takes a child a night to learn
and my son proved his words
(Chorus)
Water pistol man full of ammunition
squirtin' at fires on a worldwide mission
but did you ever think to stop to squirt
the flowers in your own backyard
Lyricsfor all my faux pa's I never said excuse me
was the simplest things that always confused me
I never stopped I never looked both ways
must it always a tug of love between friends and work
hope to learn the meaning of the word jerk
before it happens to a rope round my neck
let's build a bigger telescope
so that we can see things more up close
farther away from where we really are
I was up the whole night before
reading books about places I'll probably never go
and those aren't good things to know about
(Chorus)
when I feel with my heart, I know in my mind
I should say with my lips
but don't does that make you feel upset?
I should know that the power of one man seems like a small squirt
when he aims at the flames of the whole earth
but the fire starts at home...
(Chorus)
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