What makes a man, Hate another man, Help me understand, [x2] People are people, So why should it be?, You and I shouldn't get along, People are people
you burns like a fire In my deepest self Your love is the absolute perfection on earth People would kill for these feelings and emotions My thoughts circle
a nigga like me, things collide inside Open your eyes wide and see Don't want none of G A D E and Conflict Load 'em up and bust a (unverified) Vietnam
Or what you're talking about I see you sitting Perfect circles With disciples of Satan I got my shotgun cocked Newspapers and revelations Every bullet is a
even when I?m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle Oh, I try but I just can?t wait To break out of this perfect circle ?Cause giving
the speed of light Albert says I can't -- but I can Circle of stone, circle of steel I want to ride in an iron wheel I am a child of atomic war You are
once more CAIN Stones the size of giants In a perfect circle EVE What could be their purpose What could be their meaning? CAIN In a perfect circle
grave If you had a tattoo, that wouldn't matter If you had a shaved head, that would be cool If you came from Spain or Japan Or the back of a van Just
give a spot on our album to a group of young people who'e also involved in the fight, and they're called weatoc from boston, massachusetts. they're just young people
slink by - I wish we'd see eye to eye. It's a distant life - a place where we both should be. There we find a "perfect society" where people look past
damn good Running in circles all through my veins I just cant figure it out With all these wishes for perfect people with perfect dreams I want to make you happy but you are
to the window Of a bus heading out of town In his breath on the glass He draws with his finger A map of the roads they go down Circles of street lights Are
a house nobody lives in And I'm sitting in a car across the way (Let's just say) It's an early model Chevrolet (Let's just say) It's a warm and windy
and slirpin A lot like my daddy for certain, a kid conversion She may not want the log inserted, my pick is workin Ain't the longest dome, but its perfect
A city during peace, today is also perfect Japanese weather. Black airplane smoke, and the endless sounds of the air-raids. Is Japan's peace over with
[together] Hiero, y'all... [A-Plus] It's not a wrong thing to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend I'll tell you one thing: You'll never
beast inside ain't ready to die [Verse 1:] Doing dirt in the grinds now I'm working for mine Certain to shine, the streets had a perfect desire And
It's been a hell of a year You said that I ain't there, I ain't care, and life ain't fair It's been a hell of a trip You say my mind's unfit, I've been