of oppression Breathing down our necks Free spirit continues to thrive Free spirit in the face of denial This oppression, this depression Answer it with indignation Free spirit
deception won't change the direction of will in it's fight to survive Figures of oppression breathing down our necks Free spirit continues to thrive Free spirit
Перевод: Sick Of It All. Free Spirit.
and deception won't change the direction of will in it's fight to survive Figures of oppression breathing down our necks Free spirit continues to thrive Free spirit
Hows it feel now, yeah, funny aint it, you neglected me Did me a favor although my spirit free youve said But a special place for you in my heart I have kept It
from it. It is very difficult. It takes away all forces. Soon everyone will understand, that it is useless. It’s beautiful sun It’s beautiful sun What
you're free to do it, but what it mean to do it Did you mean to do it? Did you need to do it? Did you take time to think about the seed you ruined? (
't it, you neglected me Did me a favor although my spirit free you've said But a special place for you in my heart I have kept It's unfortunate but it
remember her verbatum but I do remember some of the things she said it was like this she said: Life as we know it is about to change I smell it within
Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with And who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your
free It's coming with the wind for those who ask for more Don't wait for help, you won't get what you need Wake up your spirits and let them run free
like a tattoo I'll always have you I'm sick of playing all of these games It's not about taking sides When I looked in the mirror didn't deliver It
heart, it's been broken with booze and drugs and shooting up paste The sun is my spirit, it belongs to all of us, I guess we're all one sick race And
speech While sure you're free to do it But what it mean to do it Did you mean to do it? Did you need to do it? Did you take time to think about the seeds
take it the way i took it, That ain't gonna make you hate us now would it, Troubles Of the World man then nigga pull it, Come kick it with your homie
humble recruit of the taffeta booth Where all things are known but few are revealed Where sins are forgotten and sickness is healed For five dollars, the flower is free
my life Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour moet for Those incarcerated, my heart is with y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars Then once free
