take my life so far and now so near, control under construction (you?ll don?t like it? do you fight it?) slowly, softly, killed, we are the slaves of
turn to (When you stuck shit outta luck) (And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog) Could you tell me where you run to (When the road you on is a dead end
there, from what i] [can build, ya know what I'm saying? ] ['cause, ain't nobody gonna, nobody gonna] [look out for me... ] =killah priest= It's the end
it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh) (Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo) [Chorus: reggae sample] Keep on knowin' what you know Keep on knowin' what you know End up, up
test Yet, songbirds in my green beard nest I am the land That which is so strong and old Cannot be bought or sold Mine is the green and gold Wealth without end
the point? You know, Oh, uh, I just threw this together, uha?¦(audience laughs). You know, it's like, you know what I'm sayin? I mean, you know. Slaving. Slaving
heard it here first with your master plan in reverse I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catchin' plagues Niggaz catchin AIDS, niggaz gettin' sprayed, niggaz on they way To a dead end
Technique and DJ Green Lantern 3rd World motherfuckers I?m from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth Right next to the slave castles
for I have sinned" "Break break, one not shut down" "Check, Houston com check" a life screaming silence no knife silent violence sleeping beast green
new homeground again Welcome to green fields of glory Remember the lies of the past Slaves under blood and tormented in insurgeria Until the end
ticking on the shelf by our bed, oh it's so near Let the light turn green and leave us just like fear There's a light turnin' green leavin' us without
for fame and yo, I never went back Filled with spite, staying high as a kite I was dealin' and stealin' everything in sight Pool hustling, trying to make that green
greens or Share my toys with the other children who are just horrid anyway Not me I drank myself as dry as a desert Still in the end there was nothing
Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern Third World mother fuckers! [Immortal Technique] I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth
's ... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave
so small Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore Pray redemption, runaway slaves
Africa's in the house My nigga DR Nigga the red is for the blood in my arm The black is for the gun in my palm And the green is for the tram that grows
've made a better world for everyone Nobody laugh, nobody cry World without end, forever and ever" Amen, amen, amen On the third we get green and blue
