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Big Country - People lyrics
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
 (People) Is the world we live in
 Full of innocent, Yasa's word, we the victims
 (6 billion people) To the suburban area
 Filled with doctors and lawyers
 Cops and judges, we all suffer from paranoia
 (6 billion people) From the White House to Hollywoods
 To everybody hood, to down south, to deep in the woods
 From my hood (people) to my hood, let's make it better, overstanding
 (People) To six million people, that on this planet
 [Killah Priest]
 As the moon appears like a pearl in the mists of the clouds
 I move up through the shadows til I'm at the cliff of the aisle
 I sit overlooking, the borough of Brooklyn
 As the Devils start to settle and the cement is pushed in
 The ghetto comes to life, you can feel it's pulse
 I hear, every corner breathing like the streets awoke
 It grabs you, it makes you, so you can't escape
 It's the phantom, it haunts us, it changes shape
 And the building's most chiling, described by children
 As the gateway to Hell, it holds the ghosts of millions
 Come close to it, it gives you the most grossest feelings
 As the black sky open up, my soul is exploding
 Back down to the surface, where these seeds are nurturedBig Country - People - http://motolyrics.com/big-country/people-lyrics.html
 With alcohol and drugs, which leads to murders
 Born poor, broke and hungry that's when thieves emerges
 But to, rob their own, defeats the purpose, and
[Chorus]
 [Killah Priest]
 I write for children, who really can't express their feelings
 I'm their voice, their thoughts, the way they talk
 I'm their worries, their fears, their dreams, nightmares
 Through that tunnel of darkness, I'm the light that's there
 Just stare, look into my endless eyes
 See a child walking on stage, his very first time
 And the same in the White House when light goes out
 The night comes down, the Earth leases unrighteous sound
 With gunshots, echoing, through the dark
 It's the sand of the ghetto's heart
 Put your ear to the ground, you can hear it pound
 Subway trains, run through the tunnels like blood through his veins
 People in cells, carry like fluid to the brain
 Clouds filled with red rain, the sewage drains as the nostrils
 And I'm the arsenal, I'm here to set fire, til the entire empire is on
[Chorus]








