If the people only knew If they could visualize Just open their eyes Even stop to think about If they could open their minds They could get beyond The
(R. Lamm) If the people only knew If they could visualize Just open their eyes Even stop to think about If they could open their minds They could get
Превод: Чикаго. Поема за хората.
: (R. Lamm) If the people only knew If they could visualize Just open their eyes Even stop to think about If they could open their minds They could
spots be bummy Roaches in the dressin' room, I'm thinkin' of a better room Maybe The Upper, where my people won't suffer The leather gets tougher, we drive like a trucker through the night For
we came with a strong flow and continue to grow Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo Now dig the story and follow For then it landed, on American soil
Yea, goin' out to the H double That's for you, you, and you They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people (Wherever I go) Listen And they
I'm just a black ghetto boy Went through the rain and pain... [Shyheim] Me and the older gods -- would build for hours Tradin' stories, about this fucked up life for
