I heard them say that the meek shall reign on
i refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse,
but
I don't need to be a global citizen,
'Cuz i'm blessed
well the sheaves have all been brought,
but the fields have
Hey do what you want, but don't do it around
Like a rock, like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb
I'll
And did those feet in ancient times
trod on America's pastures
there are desperate times upon us,
there are codes of white
Culture was the seed of proliferation
But it has gotten melded
It's an S.O.S.!
sent out telepathically...
signs of our distress,
don't allow
The final page is written in the books of history,
can't you feel it can't you see it
the promise of
There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are
there's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy
here's a purpose, there's a goal,
there's a virtuos, and immoral,
there's
There's people out there that say I'm no good
'Cause I
A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
His life was
Every day we profit so
Leaning towards the great unknown
Asking how