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Time Waits For No Man

Black Krishna
Lingua: Inglese




Sometimes...

Sometimes I wonder why I'm doing this...

I mean...

What do we want?

Late nights, for updates, fate waits for no man,
Plan, plot and scheme, so the team, sees a grand,
Glorious future, sun shining bright,
But someone has to fight, so I sit, here at night,
Poring through the pages of the madness, sadness,
Fills my soul, soon replaced with gladness,
I'm figuring out, the Fog of Where,
Are we today? And why won't we stare?
And share, with each other, the truth we find,
So the blind can grind, so the blind can find,
Peace of mind, see who chose to fight,
Now find out if we're right, find your way to the light,
Find out my insight, makes sense, all the time,
Then rewind this rhyme, and figure it's time...

Then rewind this rhyme,
And figure it's time...


Time waits for no man...
Ooooh
(x4)


The blood, the sweat, the tears of old,
My heart grows cold, when so few bold,
Do what you're told, do what you're taught,
But look at the World we've been given? How they sellin' what we bought?
How can we say we never fought? When we're under attack?
Look closer to home, you forgot about Iraq,
Who's lying all the time? About crime? After crime?
Who's getting us to repeat? Lyin' after lyin'?
Who's getting us to push? For war after war?
Guess God'll kill us all, then settle the score,
I'm asking for more,
For what our forefathers swore,
To defend the Constitution, Nothing less, nothing more,
Nothing else is needed if we heeded those words,
Nothing else will matter in the 'hood or the 'burbs,
Nothing else will work if they take, all our rights,
Nothing else to do but stay up, these late nights...

Nothing else will work if they take, all our rights,
Nothing else to do but stay up, these late nights...

Time waits for no man...
Ooooh
(x4)

Time to face facts, not to run from each other,
Time to relax, and chat, like we're brothers,
I understand you're busy, I understand you're scared,
I understand it all, I understand, 'cause I cared,
I looked into the past, saw the future at last,
Saw those who make sense, Alex Jones and Greg Palast,
Saw where we came from, see where we're going,
Whether it's good or bad, you gotta feel me showing,
How you can do your part, to make the World a work of art,
To separate the smart, from those who've got heart,
From those who've made art, from those in your heart,
Begging you to listen, here comes the easy part:
We've done all the hard work, please assume we're smart...

We've done all the hard work, please assume we're smart...


The World seems strange,
Yeah, we know what you're missing...

The World seems strange,
Yeah, we know what you're missing...

The World seems strange,
Yeah, we know what you're missing...

The World seems strange,
Yeah, we know what you're missing...



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