I... I am so like window in your life I stay so open and some days, I'm as close as i can get When you say I love you That's right That's right I'm gonna
, stay down Harmony smooth wid the thug shit Mo' Murda to the fool that clone Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness And it's war trying crab these
gas talk in the hood Black boars, burnin' wood, crack walls turnin' good Nickel bags, crystal mag, blackout, semi' four Black watch, ready for war, sasquatch
see, Pussy Galore Snap my fingers, make you mine If not, I'll snap a second time After that I guarantee You will be standin' next to me Yo, an old
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall, But I was taught by the g from that old school, As I got older, the old school seemed cool
brand new eddie bauer Off up into this day, I don't know why that shit was sour You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school Another good guy
me a Cadillac window uptown There was nobody around I got into the driver's seat And I drove down 42nd street in my Cadillac Good car to drive after a war
that raw emotion In the night, crushed empty can Olive oil is waiting for her man To come in from the fight That will change their life for good this
've found a box of my things Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories Was it like the old war
lover Who will leave my head alone Get me a soldier Get me a soldier Who will fight me in this war Get me an exit I need an exit I need a window or
your belly between the cars You get over to the side of the car Psssst Psssst down here! I can't come up, they'll spot me Put down your window Power windows
on the floor Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped it on my window shield And if I could see old Betsy Ross I'd tell her how good I feel But
This is neither old nor new It's always, forever Between sense and ambition Pleasure and decision We have to make a choice What do we want? Everyone is singing "War, what is it good
class face up to their responsibilities I see unspeakable vulgarity institutionalised mediocrity infinite tragedy Rise up little souls - join the doomed army Fight the good fight - wage the unwinnable war
Drinkers Come on you old pest Fetch a bottle of your best What's the nectar of the day? [Thenardier enters with a flask of wine.] Thenardier Here,
cynical mockery of caring, Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit If that's their idea of sharing. Yeah peace is in so dump an old track Buy a
. We are conditioned into being passive observers. If the ring-master offers war, We have been conditioned to passively accept it. War can only exist
