Bombs fall on the city streets, police vans and sirens, Can we say, that liberation is closer now? Can we say, sign of the times? Fuelling incentives
Burn, Burn, the fire in his eyes The step to take a million miles moving with the times All the cheer, and drinking beer on April 25 Of how he danced
He said 'tonight I drink with you my friends, It's a moment in time and it won't happen again, Years of these wages, pissed against the wall And tomorrow
Seems not that long ago, I was just a boy High hopes and aspirations, were only a matter of time When you came into the world, I couldn't have known
Jimmy stood in the centre of the town, said 'come one, come all I've news to tell, All men of age and fit, are asked to do their bit, for duty binds
Scots Wha Ha'e Scots Wha Ha'e Hear the cry of Scotland, Scots Wha Ha'e Scots Wha Ha'e Scots Wha Ha'e Sing it from the highlands Scots Wha Ha'e 'Scots
keep in line prospective mutiny Seven years of transportation and slavery Breaking these chains, walking the bay Day into months, weeks into years watching the world go
of the river, Back in 1830 with a convict cargo to deliver Fingerprints are in the sandstone, from a prisoner that remains unknown Gypsies come from miles
Once more, time just a getaway to solve problems But we could drive forever and you'll never be the one She said but I have been waiting so long,, and
brutality, It all got the message out - but did we get what we set out to achieve? I am older now, and still holding out I will not go quietly, I'll
She's getting tired of walking into doors He spending more time at the boozer And in a small town there's an ear on every wall, Some say there are no
Clocking in, clocking out again we walked the Hungry Mile in the darkness and the rain, Sweet salvations - bare knuckle brawling, getting drunk as fuck
All the truth and lies, Open your eyes Hot sun is burning, for years on this sacred ground And the wheels are turning, pulling the inside out There
feelings, you momma the who offended! Pimpin' ain't easy, but bitch I'm in the building I'm the smack man! - I got a back hand like Serena Williams! He hungry
my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic You see me blowin chronic In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako Leggo on my shots like Eggo Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles
supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go? And what if I told you to Fxxk
ve eaten" I'm not hungry "O, we meant beaten" Silver stream, silvery scream, Impossible concentration Here come the comedians Look at them smile Watch them dance An indian mile
While the people go insane for us I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I ain't payin' for it I freestyle the whole set
