Lletres:
Church Of Rhythm Free

do I have found the truth and the truth has set me free I can be who I want to be, do what I want to do I have found the truth and the truth has set me free

do I have found the truth and the truth has set me free I can be who I want to be, do what I want to do I have found the truth and the truth has set me free

us, don't know, ya better ask us A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters Tear down the rafters, venerials couldn't clap us You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper The church

poetic expression hardcore I ain't afraid to say it and many can't get with it At times in my life, I was a welfare recipient I ate the free cheese, while the church

Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm

corner boys ground packs In the belly of the beast where the life go flat But the music is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily Perched on the curb, watch church

probably ask yourself, "How'd this Jew boy get so crazy?" Came from kickin' mad knowledge, didn't come from being lazy We got the rhythm and the rhythms

the street Notice how clean that we kept every verse But if worst came to worst, we all said a curse Free Slick Rick Free Slick Rick Free Slick Rick

Walking down a foggy London street one day Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet Everything in my life was going O. K. I bad some extra money, and all my