W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Creator Lyrics"
Godless Freedom Lyrics
Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on
Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your body The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on
This one here's for The Creator
'Trying to get over...' like Curtis Mayfield said
I was a problem child, running wild in the night
Livin on a not-so-safe set of life
Caught up in the rapture, quick to blast ya
Neglected as a juvenile, so labelled a 'ghetto bastard'
Forced to live the life of a hoodster on the prowl
Goin through my life with a permanent frown
But still you stood by me and you got me here safely
Never turned away from me when others lost faith in me
Even when I was a non-believer and doubted your existence
You still shed mercy on my ignorance
How can I say this, no wor
Precious Lyrics
I'm not giving up, it's you and me for life You are the gun that shoots me to the sky [Chorus:] Oh I feel so alive Whenever you're near, you're so beautiful And when you're away, I'm stuck in a daze It's you that I'm thinking of I'm not giving up, it's you and me for life I
ds can't explainI'm not giving up, it's you and me for life You are the gun that shoots me to the sky [Chorus:] Oh I feel so alive Whenever you're near, you're so beautiful And when you're away, I'm stuck in a daze It's you that I'm thinking of I'm not giving up, it's you and me for life I
How much I thank you for helpin me deal with the pain
For sparin my life at times I thought I was through
All praise is due, here's to you
So
[ CHORUS ]
This is for the lover in you
This is for the things that you do
This time I will take up for you
Cause your love's gon' last forever
Now as I reminisce like Minnie Riperton in a Pendleton
I'm havin flashbacks 'lookin at these photographs'
Glancin at old flicks of me and my dogs
Thinkin how we all played little league football
No set-trippin, we was down for one another
>From pups to mutts, we came up, W
Changes Comin' On Lyrics
Words and Music by Jimmy Darreell, Buddy Cannon, and Dean Dillion Long hair was not in style the first time I heard Haggard on the radio, but I could feel the changes comin' on. The Beatles crossed the ocean, an overnight explosion on the T.V. My brother had to go to Vietnam. Ford unveiled
stside hustlersWords and Music by Jimmy Darreell, Buddy Cannon, and Dean Dillion Long hair was not in style the first time I heard Haggard on the radio, but I could feel the changes comin' on. The Beatles crossed the ocean, an overnight explosion on the T.V. My brother had to go to Vietnam. Ford unveiled
You couldn't stop us, no matter what you told us
Starched Curduroys with the fresh peachy folders
Washington High School, damn, them was the days
The 12th grade came and we went our own ways
Doin what we had to do to make ends meet
Some of us went to college and some kicked the streets
Some of us passed away, some just faded
Some turned snitch, and some is incarcerated
Me, I been blessed to catch wreck over beats
But without you, this wouldn't be complete
So
[ CHORUS ]
(Ooh child, things ain't gettin any easier...)
Survivin in the ghetto you gotta stay strong
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Mayday's Eve Lyrics
Broomsticks hurry to Broken Under the moon of Mayday's Eve Witches shriek and laugh in the sky Cause it's the night of Walpurgis Kiss the Devil under his tail Witch and demon celebrating Just greed and lust in bloodshot eyes Only evil is to be seen Sisters, join the
t realistically no man out here can make it aloneBroomsticks hurry to Broken Under the moon of Mayday's Eve Witches shriek and laugh in the sky Cause it's the night of Walpurgis Kiss the Devil under his tail Witch and demon celebrating Just greed and lust in bloodshot eyes Only evil is to be seen Sisters, join the
Ain't no sleepin, none of us creepin
I see the men that's in the streets, and
Smokers fiendin, the drama got me thinkin
How I need to play as if I was a Stylistic
And stop and look and listen
Take a second out to count my blessings
Cause you coulda laid me down a long time ago
But you let me live, and God knows I ain't a angel
So I'ma take this opportunity to flip the script
For the lover of you, cause props is due
For sparin my life at times I thougth I was through
I gotta give it up, here's to you
So
[ CHORUS ]
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