medad


The world that we live in
is no more than a grave.
The freedoms we have
no more than a slave
If you don't believe
what I have to say
You better stop and listen
to people today

Violence in the city
killing everday
They're even selling drugs
To our children as they play
If you don't believe
what I have to say
you better stop and listen
To your children today.


As i sit in the night I hear the sounds of pure delight
I hear the buzzing of the bees
I hear the birds in the trees

Maybe I like
the buzzing bees
Because I don't know
what the buzzing means

Maybe I like the birds
that sing
because I don't understand
what the singing means

But people I understand...


God's Son

I want to sing you a song
About a man I'd like to know
Tell you the things he's done
The places he did go

Some people say
he is the chosen one
some people say
he is God's son

He made the lame man walk
The blind man see
I'd really like to know him
The man from Galilee

Some people say
he is the chosen one
some people say
he is god's son

He went down to the water
he walked on the sea.
I'd reallly like to know him
The man from Galilee.

Some people say
he is the chosen one
Some people say
he is God's son.

He was born of a virgin
Crucified on a cross.
Raised from the dead
Our lives wouldn't be lost

Some people say
he is the chosen one
some people say
he is god's son

I send you this poem
about a man I like to know
Told you what he's done
the place he would go

Some people say
he is the chosen one
Some people say
he is God's son

He is God's son


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