They lost their faith And now they had to learn There was no place to return Nowhere they could turn. They lived in peace, not long ago A mighty Indian tribe But the winds of change, Made them realize, that the promises were lies. The white man's greed,

A Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie The Django and Jimmie Has Mississippi A young singing brakeman A jazz playing gypsy Might not have been I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play ?, when they ask

She got me going down She got me going psycho Got me living on a tightrope But I love that shit Just be open to the possibility of me and you Oh no, you lie lieI want to, so I Might call you tonight if I do pick up

Minister Malcolm The thing that I thought might be good for Starting it off is to, talk about one of the most pervasive beliefs In the general society about the Nation of Islam Talkin' to you like talkin' to myself 'Cause it ain't no gettin' through to

You don't have to be old to be wise I grow sick and tired of the same old lies Might look a little young So what's wrong I've had enough of being programmed And told what I ought to do Let's get one thing straight I'll choose my fate And it's got nothing

She's coming around the bend She's holding lightning in both hands She's like rain when she rolls in But that sunshine in her thunder Makes the loneliest heart wonder If the ride is worth the pain Might not be stone clouds inside Oh but don't you worry

(Pull up on me) I been stressed out (yeah) I ain't feeling my best (no) All they want is my sex I got the best out (I got the best) I'll do some things you won't believe So many weaves, I done sweat out Think I might've found love one time Think I

And how long will we fall for this? We storm the gates Raise the flags Just the same old story We seize the throne, subjugate We should have burned it to the ground Some might say we've lost our way But I believe we've not gone far enough

Roll me over next to the wall You and I in the bed might lie And you and I in a bed might lie A noblemen's fair daughter Came down a narrow lane. And met with Captain Wedderburn, The keeper of the game Now my pretty fair miss If it wasn't for the law,

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your