to determine our destiny Two, full employment for the black community Three, fight the capitalist with a raised fist' P.U.I. black and stack awareness Four, decent housing for the shelter
[Music: Adams / Harrington] [Lyrics: Esquivel] Beyond recognition Release me from this grasp Another perfect nothing Memories of disrupt from my
you truth Hold close the ideals that define you Reality exists--what is blind too Release is a cocaine fury And Mother's little helper Reality can fool no one Disguises are forms of shelter
get all stressed out I'm just trying to make it and strive with my Hell went through changes, emotions Inner thoughts and rages Relieved and released
ain't makin' it When I bust Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust If you bust, when I spray Head for shelter 10% is gonna help ya, 90
but with no shelter near You were camouflaged In pain I couldn't see through Could that be me? Could that be you? (Could that be me?) The slow striptease of time Releases
releasing all our sorrow Leave it layin' along the way Won't you lift your eyes up children Lift them to the sky Heaven stands before you Gates are open wide Shelter
me get the lawyer, you know seh me beat the court case Calling me Teflon [Don]? Take that camera out of my face Gimme release 'pon the streets, within
I withdraw from my shelter of peaceful rest to measure all gathered forces in the spirit of raging contempt I watch as my decadence gets shattered and
Look up, don't age with content. Get strong and go deep within. Heee, liii. Heee, liii. You say, you're falling in love. Cry for shelter from heaven above. Release
spirits The evil task is fulfilled, needless to prolong the stay Satisfied, the return has begun To the valleys, the foretold shelter of evil Assigned
my world you bring me peace You calm me down, you're my relief When walls come crashing down around my feet You light my way, you're my release So say
yellow Aiyyo, I got you covered like an umbrella [shane] Well, I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through [kane] So may I release you? [shane
nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track Twice as nice, but smooth as silk Somebody writin' for Scrap, is like givin' a cow milk I release to make
, raising internal rage. The escalation of annoyance converts fingers to fists. Ready to smash the moral wall retaining the release, restraining the release
to shelter from the storm Who knows what tomorrow might bring Now the sun breaks through the dark And life isn't quite as confusing Release your cloud