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Naoko and Medicine for the People - Love Letters to God
https://youtu.be/E-QGkYNc0Ls Give Always give what you can Even if your allies draw lines in the sand And dig, always dig a little deeper Sometimes it's hard to be my brother's keeper Love So you let love in Baby I am home in the wake of your skin And it's crazy How we wear our ceremony Always be open to your path and your journey Yes She cradles my loneliness A home in a forest nest Universal test, feel the weight of my love put your hand on my chest And rest In the cradle of my arms The battle that we face is a place where our scars come from And to pick up that gun My love we are destined to teach these ones to be brave And never run away Courage is birthed from the womb on the first light of day Yeah, the day you were born you came out perfect never meant to be torn In silence Never been so loud in the violence Never been so proud of a people When we're fighting for a change Not afraid to lose it all despite all the rage We are animals And we cannot be caged Provoke us to fight So we burn a little sage and write poetry Wiser than the enemy will ever be The minority And authority Are you here to protect or arrest me? I can't tolerate the hate, and I'm losing sleep Can't breathe because they're choking out a war in me Immorality Love letters to God I wonder if she reads them or if they get lost In the stars, the stars, in the stars So many parts to a heavy heart If there's no beginning, then where would you start? Start, start, where would you start? Human souls So we carve 'em into story Totem poles Because we're always searching for a certain goal A pattern of physics, a role Don't believe all you're told And open Open up your fist A misconception You can fight like this In praise With the power of prayer If God's on our side we can take the stairs To the heavens Flipping through my chapter seven I live with the snakes in the great deception No court in this country for men Who steal from their mother on paper with pen And we're tripping Down a red dirt road And we're asking Is this the way we should go? Kissing, soft top feet of my goddess We walk the earth, baby yeah we got this Focus, and it's redirected Grateful, and I'm resurrected Stubborn, But I know the way You're the skin of my drum To your rhythm I will sway Take my hand I won't lead you astray We will not go gently into the darkest of days Grandma's here, and she says persevere Take a walk in her mocks sees a trail of tears And our fears, are the same as they ever were Beers numb the pain of our holocaust years Always mobbing and motion Maybe, baby be an island over an ocean Your arches, how they bend and contract in my conscience Never slipped through the grip of my thesis And my theory is I shine in your presence A deliverance Love letters to God Wonder if she reads them or if they get lost In the stars, the stars, in the stars So many parts to a heavy heart If there's no beginning, then where would you start? Start, start, where would you start?
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Bright Eyes - At the Bottom of Everything
https://youtu.be/2GHyLhbdzN0 So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry" and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says "Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much." And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 We must talk in every telephone Get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read And in the face of every criminal Strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing It'll go like this: While my mother waters plants My father loads his guns He says death will give us back to God Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean And then they splashed into the deep blue sea It was a wonderful splash We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won We must run, we must run, we must run We must hang up in the belfry Where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past And in the caverns of tomorrow With just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it Oh my morning's coming back The whole world's waking up All the city buses swimming past I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one
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Heilung - Alfadhirhaiti
https://youtu.be/2wy-W-pYlds As the meme goes for this song, I played it for my 5yr old, he's now my dad. I played it for my dog, he's now a wolf. Played it for my gecko, he's now a dragon.
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the clock is set for nine but you know youre gonna make it eight
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Dance With The Devil - Immortal Technique
I once knew a pal whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen pal never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and palz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a pal doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So Billy started robbing palz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block palz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, palz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch pal with a gun, can bust slugs any pal with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore pal is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them palz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head [Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back ... {Too long to be included)
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