The sun came up over japan in the land of the rising sun, nothing was left but a hole in the ground in the land of the rising sun. corpses lay scattered
deserve every blessing I received I'm from the dirt, I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand And still I grew some how I knew the sun
bushels of corn and the barley meal Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring Black dirt live again The plowman is broad as the back of the land
We are men of nature We are made from the earth At the end of my eighty I'll return to the dirt Just sand, just rock Dry land, vast and silent Only
niggas do dirt, tell lies then skate What up, son? What you bullshittin' 'bout now, huh? Where we from? Don't matter 'cause we gettin' it done Land Rover, double sun
s core What hurts more, the fact that we still dirt poor In hard times force crimes out of honest man And most fiend to see the so-called promised land Sun
Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done Moon light, fireflies, beer on the bank by the riverside
and um, I'd be lying if I said I knew your intentions See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive action to save the race You land in hand on board to mention
the sun goes down? And six petals rise up from the ground Lotus Pod fully grown about to take you home To the land of smog where you're free to roam
bed The miracle happening here on this Earth Was perceived as a glorious new Virgin Birth From the moment in time that baby was born The sun did now rise
Earth Was perceived as a glorious new Virgin Birth From the moment in time that baby was born The sun did now rise on a new Crimson dawn And the creature
's core What hurts more, the fact that we still dirt poor In hard times force crimes out of honest man And most fiend to see the so-called promised land Sun
a slice when we done, and all minds are one, yo [Chorus] [Verse Three: Prodigal Sunn] I be the Rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
a slice When we done, and all minds are one, yo Chorus Verse three: hell razah I be the rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise New york
I received I'm from the dirt I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and Still I grew some how I knew the sun will
bushels of corn and the barley meal Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring; black dirt live again The plowman is broad as the back of the land
future We are men of nature We are made from the earth At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
