gonna change my way Thinking 'bout love the way it should be You gotta open your eyes and you will see About love the way it should be You gotta make
never gonna change my way Thinking 'bout love the way it should be You gotta open your eyes and you will see About love the way it should be You gotta
latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec, be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck
how to hold it!" It was a thirty-eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, wedged it behind my
spaces with the strength of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither
it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it
of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played
should bring change Jesus said it like this You can tell a tree by its fruit If I plant an apple seed and a seed takes root And it dies in the ground
Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening
it's for fools and yet still chose to be preachin' all dat speculation like natural selection instead of Jesus Resurrection it takes more faith to believe evolution coz it
to trigger me Figure me out? Hell, naw, it'll never happen Still cappin' them suckas I got the tear to show I love it, muthafucka Never once was I hesitant
