sit down and shut right up My mind is burning up My mind is burning, burning My mind is burning, burning My mind is burning, burning My mind is burning, burning
love.. Sizzla Kalonji, Gentleman teaching it from the start. Love is the foundation. No segregation! One love.. to them, my son. Anyway, common! There
salt of the earth. Say a prayer for the common foot soldier, Spare a thought for his back breaking work. Say a prayer for his wife and his children, Who burn
the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn
don't know no snitches I roll with real niggaz 'til they fall off Gotta pick them up 'fore they lose they briches And I feel my children love me Daddy
: The writing is on the wall, but no cares at all To convey the message that we wrote ourselves Destroy the walls we mend and burn the candle at both
salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn
to the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a prayer for his wife and his children Who burn
: Listen my children and you shall hear The sound of your own steps The sound of your hereafter Memory awaits and turns to greet you Draping its banner
and children on the constant attack For no reason Till the next season And we still bleeding Yo it's freezing And men burn in hell, some for squeezing
women and children on the constant attack For no reason Till the next season And we still bleeding Yo it's freezing And men burn in hell, some for
children of a nation, Whose dreams have died Everything we believe in it all Turned out to be a lie and change Seems oh so difficult, acceptance is the Common
know death more than Lazarus know And me defeated is infrequent like Nazareth snow Hold your urn into the air so the ashes can blow Hold my burner in
new the was I perssure the common shoot That you would listen, but you can't hear me So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living Burn listen I'm on a
A fragile peace can look when it's been torn. Now we stand like broken statues 'midst the wreckage of our homes, Try to recognize our children by the
