Текстове на песни:
Bread Mother Freedom

head Five kids and I fed them all with board, bread and spread Them was my muthafuckaz Treated them like sistaz and brothaz But somehow fell out of place Fuckin with they punk ass mother

pinned beneath a vacant hip " Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme " When I was 17 my mother

't be framed Come and take my hand everybody can Mothers hide your babies Teach your children what the good book says Righteous Never forsaken Or their seed begging bread

only guilty of their innocence Freedom is just business as usual Ugly, the ignorant are looking beautiful Help me because I wanna warn the citizens Every one's only guilty of their innocence Freedom

I fed em all, with moldy bread and spreads Them was my motherfuckers, treated em like sisters and brothers But somehow I fell out of place, fucking with they punk ass mother

done Mother, father do you know Why one man's belly overflows Another sleeps in hunger's bed Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread Oh Mother,

done Mother, father do you know Why one man's belly overflows Another sleeps in hunger's bed Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread Oh Mother,

what I see and know that freedom ain't free lord Ain't no where to run There ain't nothing here for free He'll see what I see and know that freedom ain

s done Mother, father do you know Why one man's belly overflows Another sleeps in hunger's bed Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread Oh Mother