Patrik Fitzgerald lyrics

One Little Soldier

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He put his shoulder to the wheel, and turned his back against the world, spoke his mind,too many times, opened his mouth a little too wide; they're going to put you in the gas-chamber,sonny; strap you into the electric chair, tie you on to the rack, with paving stones upon your back... with your friends on the top,to crush you quicker. Sometimes i wonder if this is worth all the effort, sometimes i wonder if this is all quite fair where people wait for you to speak their minds,their thoughts, then take away all of their cares; that's so convenient with no commitment, you'll get your hero here on easy terms, but that's the way things are.you can't change that... so i'll be here,until your last flame of interest flickers, until your last flame of interest...flickers. One little soldier stands alone.. one little soldier for the firing squad; he turned a traitor overnight, one little soldier says a last goodnight, he put his shoulder to he wheel, but i would say he got an unfair deal.. spoke his mind,too many times... and he is shot down (you shouldn't be so naive) (you shouldn't be so naive) shot down (you shouldn't be so naive) (you shouldn't be so naive) shot down... [ad infinitum]

Commitment Issues

ASAP FERG "Ferg Forever"
I wonder why I can't commit sometimes Somewhere along down the line, it's affecting my mind [x3] Woke up, seen Daddy in bed with another woman Thought that was Mama, "hey ma"- hold up, that couldn't Be her, what I'm thinking, cause she just went to work It was a naked look-a-like and Daddy there with no skirt See, Daddy was getting busy when I barged in Then when I said "mommy?", he chuckled and grinned Then I soon realized that the crust in my eyes Had the chick looking like Mama love from the side See, Daddy was a player and I wasn't surprised He would holla at the girls when we rolled with the guys Should I hate or embrace these ties? I mean, I praise this dude, god's sake, he's fly He couldn't do no wrong in my eyes But at the same time I hated to see my mama cry Ain't no wonder why I can't commit sometimes Somewhere along down the line, it's affecting my mind [Hook:] And I wonder why I can't commit sometimes Somewhere along down the line, it's affecting my mind [x4] I've got commitment issues, did from when I was young Wasn't tryna fit in my uncle's Timberlands, he was dumb His shoe was too small to fit my big toe in Ain't wanna walk in his shoes, he was just hoing He stayed broke, them bitches provided for him Whether skinny, fat, black or tyrannosaurus He was a gigolo, and never minded whoring Guess the money gave him new ways to ignore it Pussy is pussy, and new clothes the way he saw it This ain't Enyce nigga, what she brought in? To see him kiss her ass made me nauseous Then he'd give her sloppy hugs like my baby gorgeous He was just doing that for the new forces All this fucking bullshit that had my brain distorted Ain't no wonder why I can't commit sometimes Somewhere along down the line, it's affecting my mind [Hook x4] I've got commitment issues, even with my craft Didn't think Willie Lynch was that good at math Took a lil black baby 'way from mom and dad Now he lost in the field and it's so sad The mind of a slave, at a young age Can't talk to a girl or know how to engage He think being a gentleman is wrong and gay But he feel that way cause that's how he was raised He watched dad diss mom, she got play And your uncle only had a girl when he got paid All this shit put my life in a maze Then when I grow up, marriage in a haze Ain't no wonder why I can't commit sometimes Somewhere along down the line, it's affecting my mind To all the ladies, I'll just say it one more time Somewhere along down the line, it's affected our minds [Hook x4]

Longevity

J Live "Apokalipse"
With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic The mouth gets kinetically energetic its simple as your alphabetics My words you mark and never mock long as my name has been Jean Jacques I keep you open like your pupils in the dark. Dogs bark at the gate to negate what I create Still I write rhymes regardless of the stop signs In tough times or nice times For shade or for sunshine Throughout time all times have been the right time, to recite mine To mankind Who wants mine, come get mine You best combine minds Before you cross that fine line And say who is so called inclined Press rewind You'll find if you're blind, you can't see How this defines and redefines M U S I C Who I be H I P H O P, you know we As them strangers That some wish they could be or not to be Impossibly As it transcends from hte pen, to the key to the mind You will find an emcee, good enough to envy As long as I'm alive It'll send me to that next shit That some just can't get wit' or F with My almamada tolf you that it don'y quit kid, it don'y start until it all seems to be so easy Chorus: Easy, Emcee is my ambition, The incredible, lyrical and original emcee is my ambition Who in their right minds thinks they can put a stop to hip hop If it don't stop till I stop And I don't stop till it stop Fake emcees that soak props like rag mops must get dropped Risin' to the top of the bottom That's how I got 'em If your hearts glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor Whose style do you suppose Reaches higher plateaus While you kick those sellout flows In hope to sell out shows But get your spots taken easy as the wind blos J remains repin all the heads whole steppin Whose style shall be the illest With or without the weapon With or without a doubt I maintain with just the facts Improving skills with or without the record contracts And yet still If that beez the case my presence was a gift in its own right So I remain strong Long as Hands cap on Snare drums tap on J's word stays bond And cornballs who rap get snapped on Live lyrics will be just that Just phat Just right for all those who feel my flavors tight I'm dedicated to the flow The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seems so easy Chorus As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical scaffolds Heads are battled as tracks are travelled You're unraveled Or should I say unrapped in this world where mics get checked and all cornballs get slapped Alright rhymes get rewritten No bullshittin Perfected JL run point and stays on it Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts Freestyles make toes wanna paydownponit Do anything but lay down on it Anestesiatics get trapped like rats in attics To craftmatics but then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in your almanacs infact I let my glory be that never ending story Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me Cause yo From this old school comes a new degree Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy

Oh My God

JARS OF CLAY "Good Monsters"
Oh my God, look around this place Your fingers reach around the bone You set the break and set the tone Flights of grace, and future falls In present pain All fools say, "Oh my God" Oh my God, Why are we so afraid? We make it worse when we don't bleed There is no cure for our disease Turn a phrase, and rise again Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend Oh my God. Oh my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief Weddings, boats and alibis All drift away, and a mother cries Liars and fools; sons and failures Thieves will always say Lost and found; ailing wanderers Healers always say Whores and angels; men with problems Leavers always say Broken hearted; separated Orphans always say War creators; racial haters Preachers always say Distant fathers; fallen warriors Givers always say Pilgrim saints; lonely widows Users always say Fearful mothers; watchful doubters Saviors always say Sometimes I cannot forgive And these days, mercy cuts so deep If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep While I lay, I dream we're better, Scales were gone and faces light When we wake, we hate our brother We still move to hurt each other Sometimes I can close my eyes, And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing, What makes me so badly bent? We all have a chance to murder We all feel the need for wonder We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven All the times I thought to reach up All the times I had to give Babies underneath their beds Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes, All the comforts of cathedrals All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God

The Windmills Of Your Mind

ALISON MOYET "Voice"
Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly Was it something that you said Lovers walking along the shore, Leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over In the autumn of goodbyes For a moment You could not recall the color of his eyes Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circle that you find In the windmills of your mind

Wake Up

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE "Rage Against The Machine"
Come on! Uggh! Come on, although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease When their heads are flown 'Cause all these punks Got bullets in their heads Departments of police, the judges, the feds Networks at work, keepin' people calm You know they went after King When he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Yeah! Yeah, back in this... Wit' poetry, my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up 'Cause blood still flows in the gutter I'm like takin' photos Mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove Then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end Ya better beware Of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors Networks at work, keepin' people calm Ya know they murdered X And tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Uggh! What was the price on his head What was the price on his head! I think I heard a shot (5 times) I think I heard, I think I heard a shot Background: 'Black nationalism' 'He may be a real contender for this position should he abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism' 'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers...' 'And neutralise them' Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Spoken: 'How long Not long, 'cause what you reap is what you sow.'

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