Shake off the chills, just don't look into his eyes (keep your head down), Think of all the things, They told you he did that were so wrong, This last
di gal dem a di nicest When dem a dance dem a princess So mi lift up oonu, short dress Hand up inna di air Cau Beenie Man a tell yuh this (Explain now
Its all the same dont confuse me Or to video games create the music Just use it Children, thankyou very much I'm aware that you're building a sanctuary up Cause reality creates
tide. Salt spices blood, sweat and tears. As the bodily recipe's most essential grain. Due to the wave creator, Heart, pulsation rears. As rivers through
Tried to create something the world had provided. But we chose to divide, closed eyes; swollen pride. Not knowing our flow was causing wave-swelling tides
Earth rattle It was all too real from the moment that I peeled My steel cap back And saw the black knife fade into first light Some fat balding man had
money is worthless We learn in the most spiritually advance schools And everything is done God's way, no man made rules And poverty is no longer in man
it's all refundable [x2] [Verse 2:] Divide water like Jetties I said these here without the man Proof of prophecies script in sand So when the tide
can, cause the man's not tired of your cry till silent run the gears of motoring change Crippled by the overbearing scum we create There's no "just in
chapter Knew what they had to do That which creates life Has power to take it right back Fucking with the icecaps We gotta push the tide back We can
where the man speaks to himself Cursing to them with a start What he felt can't be described It's alive Rise with the tide Communicate with all sides
allow our minds to drink in all the truth that just surrounds us Creation itself will help us understand Did you know the moon controls the tides? It
pink Another link that wants to push you to the brink If only distance likes to leave you in the clouds And fear was merely created by man Then beyond
Pebble by pebble, sand grain by sand grain Shore turns to sea, shore turns to ocean Serpent creates the high tides To assure all good is floating Good
of freedom Im couldn deteck deceit All wen it kick im in im teet Im couldn cry khorupshon An believe inna man Im nevvah know bout cleek Im did umble
, cause the man's not tired of your cry till silent run the gears of motoring change Crippled by the overbearing scum we create There's no "just in case
has drained the earth of power to create his illusion. All over the dark side of the earth, candles are lit. In the pub in Billy's home village in Wales one man
, unless I share it with my fam' To my peeps abroad and state side, lets make strides, make papes and change lives, create fly, tracks that change the tide
