We've got the words if you've got the melody We've got the time if you've got the place to be And we're not gonna stop We've got tonight to make every memory Until we set it off Ready or not, 'cause we're gonna make you see We're not gonna stop We're

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, I wake in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain I got a

I got it big, I know I know, I know I know, I know, I got it big, I know Yeah, haha, yeah shout out to my brothers, turn it up! I put it on rollie, I'm drinkin' straight lean, a bitch is straight feelin' my diamonds I'm rollin' specific, my nigga you

Cause love is on its way Love is on its way So hold on another day You'll find it's gonna be OK Its alright you'll find a brighter day cause love is on Young hearts, I believe that we are not that far From becoming who we truly are Dreamers, you see

Whats your name? Ey' girl wassup' I wanna know who you are Cause girl you got me, you got a brother wondering if you wanna, meet me in the I can be you friend till the end- till the end Girl, wassup' I'm going crazy

Brother will kill brother Spilling blood across the land Killing for religion Something I don't understand Fools like me,who cross the sea And come to foreign lands Ask the sheep,for their beliefs Do you kill on God's command? A country that's divided

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

Ooh, ooh, feel like a horror movie Ooh, ooh, why my brother callin' to me? Ooh, ooh, acting like I never knew me Ooh, ooh, put that on my brother Mookie Put that on the gang, wait Put that on my name, wait Put that on my mama, put that on my first chain,

For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not

Pushing me away Ya push, push, pushing me away Every last word, every single thing you say Try to stop me now, but it's already too late If you really don't care, then say it to my face You push, push, you're pushing me away Push, push, pushing me away