river It soars to the sky!! (To the sky!) SEAWEED & ENSEMBLE I cant see The reason it cant be The kinda world where we all get our chance The time
Well I bet everybody's feeling the same way Say you're feeling disconnected from the ground, private properties got you down Private properties got you shut out of your own world
I found out what SOUP is all about Food not Bombs, bikes not bombs, community not bombs, heal the world Free the Land, free the weed, free our bodies free our
responsibility And 55(m.p.h.) don't justify our own poisoning And progress seems like backwards lies, cause we all started off with paradise So leave your mark on our world
And sometimes dreams seem to fade, because nothing lasts forever Sometimes I think tomorrow will be much worse Sometimes I think that I should just give up today I had a dream about justice in our world
freedom And humility shall reward itself with peace And the dissolution of possession and the integration of humanity Shall bring forth a sharing of our responsibility For our lives and our
crying for peace for eternal places Hugs and kisses and good vibrations. Bring forth to this new celebration And let the new world begin Experience the world
Mama it's been seven long years since I came and talk to you Mama you said don't worry son this whole world is here for you. Mama you told me people who
god and me and you(no) In 1941 we intervened to stop the spread of world fascism(no) Listen up boys and girls it's the history of the whole world and
tear the system down from the inside America can not afford another prolonged foreign war Thank God we have George Bush to find us an enemy within our
fix world starvation If I could give away enough apples and oranges, maybe I could build a community Maybe if I knew some real history, I could make myself free Maybe if we made our
of god and me and you In 1941 we intervened to stop the spread of world fascism Listen up boys and girls it's the history of the whole world, and you
seem to fade, because nothing lasts forever Sometimes I think tomorrow will be much worse Sometimes I think that I should just give up today I had a dream about justice in our world
end of the family line The end of the line No baby pulled screaming Out into this seeming world By chance or whim or even love Our family tree hacked
funkiest nigga to make beats Nobody sees him, East to West coast Say what? Sat what? Motherfucker too much, too much, too much (I heard somebody bit our
bit of perfume On my neck and she kissed my cheek Then I saw the tears welling up In her troubled eyes as she started to speak She looked at our pitiful
days, the fifteen blessed hours And it's easy As it goes, so am I How an hour of ninety days will soon run out of time The weight of the world has the
' from Alabama Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance That boy was only fifteen