Tekst :
I m staring down this empty street
And it s cold but I am walking
To the place where all roads meet
And it s just the past and me
A tattoo and a scar
And the man in the sheets
CHORUS
Every time I walk away
I see a picture of a face
It s a photograph that makes me wonder why
And now I stand here on my own
And I m finally letting go
It s time to say goodbye
So down this road I travel now
As broken buildings wear
I look for truth
Were they true to me? No
Every step is met with doubt
But still I walk here trying to find some peace
Will I find peace?
CHORUS
Nothing s gonna stand in my way, no
Nothing, no, nothing will stand in my way
Nothing s gonna stand in my way
CHORUS (2x)
It s time to say goodbye
Tekst :
I m so afraid of mistakes that I made
Taking every time that I wake
I feel like a hard-boiled butter man
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
Are days are made since the first page
I ve lived every line that you wrote
Take me down, take me down, from the shelf above your head
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
And if I live on the shelf like the rest
And if love bleeds like a sad song
Please pick-up your camera and use me again
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind
Yea
Tekst :
[Harry Allen]
We re coming to you live from the Scottish Right Temple
Near the intersection of Crenshaw and Wiltshire
Where, as you can see in the background
Military personnel are mobilized and waiting orders
Despite the quiet and the deceptive calm, tension is still
thick in the air after last night s concert and rebellion
The incident was allegedly sparked by police officers trying
to shut down a reportedly peaceful concert by hip hop artists
Dilated People s
We ll keep you updated with any new developments. For Triclops
Media Watch, this is Harry Allen, hip hop activist and media assassin
And now, Proper Propaganda..
[Begin Song]
Watch it. Yes. [Indistinct shout-outs]
[Verse 1]
We handle it, these brothers are fabulous
Dilated s showing you the rhyme travelin
Words spitoon from sunlight to moon
Bustin on stage like gunfights in saloons
Boom, my mic back, you like that?
Journalists? We re journalists too, we could strike back
Hardcore reporters with orders from headquarters
Behind enemy lines, sidestepping the borders
Repressed caps, we bring it to you as it happens
The streets love my crew from music to rappin
Street commander slash beat expander
Yeah, they fight the slander with the proper propaganda
What s happenin ? You got a question? Then ask it
The news is just a TV show, get past it
And this, from a quiet wartime journalist
Headlines, wake up, refuse and resist
Resist, like this, like this
Like thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-this, y all
[Chorus]
We kick finance action, and scores of sports
Politics, new fashion and war reports
Entertainment, when we come to perform
Watch, the illest weatherman in the biz with the storm watch
Triclops Media, record, tape and TV, Net radio, CD or DVD
Our sights (like rhymes on paper time)
This is why Baboo is scratching and keeping time
[Scratching]
[Verse 2]
The pen is mighter than the sword
Cause the pen gives the word sending swords to war
They twisted it when he pulled Mao Tse-tung
They said political power comes from the barrel of a gun
The officer meets his fate, .44 by .38
It was a dirty deed, but that don t mean a dirty case
Witnesses against the state are shushed
Facts overlooked so the judge can throw the book
Perhaps for politicians with something to prove
In the city where they blew the roof off and move
Yo, questions when answered leads to more questions
Why it takes months to deliver a confession?
The principles are the same even without the name
But I still say M-U-M-I-A
I have to fight, it could easily be me
But just being the thinker than speakin it freely
Although I use my brain before using a fist
Don t push it, wake up, refuse and resist
[Scratching]
[Chorus]