Thrown inside this so called melting pot pressed against the walls, the spoon don't hit this spot crushed up, blackened, burned by the walls we rot you
Because all you see is Bodies bent, twisted and grinded Cause all you see is Ground within the mashing ton's of it cause all you see is Tens and tons
find out what it is find out what it isn't find out you can't leave your prison wake up from your nap Feel my reality slap you find out where you've
and making the front end Hop on you chumps [Hook] In a slab, drop the drop and skate 4's Beating up the block, and moving so slow In a slab, peeping
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: Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Whatcha gonna do about it?
Ooh, this old heart of mine, been broken thousand times Each time you break away, I fear you're gone to stay Lonely nights that come, memories that go
There's Something about you I get so weak Trouble is I just cant seem to keep my cool Everytime I see you, its driving me crazy They tellin' me its nothing
I don't know what it is that you've done to me But it's caused me to act in such a crazy way Whatever it is that you do when you do what you're doing
I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you do I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you
Glory seeker, fortune hound, don't you ever break it on down Ain't you been to school? Ain't you learned the rules? Ain't you paid them dues? The life
Some say it's rules and regulations And trying to always be right No room for mistakes in the choices we make For only the strong survive But it's not
Baby we can talk all night But that ain't getting us nowhere I told you everything I possibly can There's nothin' left inside of here And maybe you can
POOR OLE ME (Jerry Varrable) « © '68 Party Time Music » Well I talked to a friend of yours in town today He told me you were thinkin'
I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil and in the end is always left so alone That man who with
JESUSNeither you, Simon, nor the fifty thousand, Nor the Romans, nor the Jews, Nor Judas, nor the twelve Nor the priests, nor the scribes, Nor doomed