My brain is working overtime I need something to ease my mind And as my thoughts go manic I reel and start to panic There's no place to hide behind I
a river At every turn and every bend And faith in Him will turn your heart around 'Cause even though we sin, There's forgiveness in the end And the river
Ain't gonna work on the railroad Ain't gonna work on the farm, Gonna lay 'round the track Till the mail train comes back Then
are flowers that are rare On the banks where the bright water flows But the sweetest of all nature's flowers to bloom Was my darling the Blue River Rose
Feeling bluesy, you know, you do confuse me all night I sit at home alone and wonder if you're alright I count the hours and lie awake until you return
Sailing down my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll keep the dream That some day, though maybe not this year My Hudson River will once again run clear
foggy river Help me find the distant shore There's no tomorrow on this foggy river Only memories linger on A mist of sorrow chills this foggy river
My heart is like a river My heart is like these hills They never change I never change and I never will You called and I came running You cried and now
chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (C'mon
to I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river A nice talking
darlin' I need to know what's goin' on so c'mon There's a code of silence that we don't dare speak There's a wall between and the river's deep We keep
a band out on the highway They're high steppin' into town It's a rainbow full of sound It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns Everybody dancin' C'mon children, c'mon
?oiseau, l?oiseau chante. Sous le dome epais, Sous le blanc jasmin, Ah! descendons ensemble! Mais, je ne sais quelle crainte subite, S?empare de moi, Quand mon
Haiti, mon pays Wounded mother I'll never see Ma famille, set me free Throw my ashes into the sea Mes cousins jamais nes Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
niggas Bustas hustlas, nothin? else but bustas Clustlas on a nigga pinky make 'em mug us Grills, my squad conceal upon here Klips, they gats conceal upon here Off the river
needed a hand from a friend of mine This old friend he had a figure in mind It was nothing illegal just a little bit funny He said "C'mon don't tell
, brother what'chu wanna do? (Whattup?) Brother tell me, if it's on, it's on C'mon now, DJ Lord Here we go again C'mon now, Guerrilla Funk Hey yo check