, and go with the flow Don't dwell on the future, it's out of my hands What's done is done, forget about my past Live in the moment, and live with no
day, and go with the flow Don't dwell on the future, it's out of my hands What's done is done, forget about my past Live in the moment, and live with
life is You know what freedom is for one moment of your life But he had seen the mountaintop and he knew he could not stop Always living with the threat of death
fight our own denial Warmongers keep us locked in fear Invoke the past, a moment of tears An ugly truth put forth by our youth Under the threat of patriotic
) La la la la laa la la (That we got going on in our every and any reach) La la la la laa la la (All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfuckin
see how it feels. They teach and preach examination tests, So the political privelaged can order the rest, Of the young parasites, Who live in a world
while you can. live for the day. unconscious thinking of the future. the freedom of the road vs. the threat of today. it could end any moment. the death
A Big Boy Dipping Through The City Set Bitches Had Alot Of Chances They Ain't Never Did It Yet I Ain't Gon' Sweat The Threats Ive Excepted Death And Yet
) La la la la laaaa la la (That we got going on in our every and any reach) La la la la laaaa la la (All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking
our own denial Warmongers keep us locked in fear Invoke the past, a moment of tears An ugly truth Put forth by our youth Under the threat of patriotic
me that we want something more than just more beer? And my friends, if that ain't true, won't you lie to me tonight? Well I've been listening to Minor Threat
the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three
will fade Misty tales and Poems lost All the bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of death I will
live - we die [Chorus] Misty tales and poems lost All the bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of Death
the fact, try and live a life of peace I'm not a violent man, but to those who'd threaten me My enemy, for my family I'll show thee Death I will fight
failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For one year after his death
