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Big Country - When Will We Learn? lyrics
[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
 When are we ever gonna learn?
 One day we all gonna burn
 Life in the fast lane
 Are we ever gonna change?
 Same shit, different day
 The price that a thug pay
 [Killah Priest]
 I heard a wise man once say "thugs pray"
 But still slugs spray from the double barrels
 Fallin pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin prophets
 Release the pain from the deepest closet
 It's like a secret that we keep in bondage
 Mothers weapin from they projects
 First it be that soul, send to haunt the empty halls
 Memories painted on the wall
 Like The Lamb's Blood on the doors, of the black Hebrews
 Nowadays the same people on subway trains sellin street news
 A ghetto movie, with no sequels
 But I still show you previews
 That will free you, from your evil
 An old man, cookin her-on, over hot tea spoons
 Old G's are all evil, usin dope needles
 Wearin fan parafanil's
 We live in the black hole, where no one can hear us
 The valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors
 The world fearers, first make 'em feel us
 Come on!
[Chorus x2]
 [Killah Priest]
 The Solomon couldn't say it betterBig Country - When Will We Learn? - http://motolyrics.com/big-country/when-will-we-learn-lyrics.html
 It's all vanity, and sanity
 We come from broken families
 My own pop's abandoned me, black becomely
 The spirits of Lords upon me, I grew up hungry
 Now we chase money, and live grungy
 The fears want me, to bring me to the hills of this country
 So they can jump me, feel me up, in land and dump me
 Damn right I said it bluntly
 I ain't scared of none of y'all monkeys
 At school my teachers used to flunk me
 Hopin one day I turn to junkey
 But only God can judge me, words of Makaveli
 Black Israeli, hear me? Told you y'all niggas gonna feel me
 Killah Priest AK Masada, sincerely yours
[Chorus x2]
 [Killah Priest]
 So check out my darkest secrets, my truest confessions
 Come to you as a blessing, parental viewing in this aggression
 is advised, tune in to the wise, zoom in your eyes
 Step up closer, to the light, like that child on Poltergeist
 Wisdom be ultra right
 Explosive to the sight, 3D, virtual reality
 Verbal mentality, come with me
 Load up your gun with me, run with me
 Become one with me, this is channel three
 High definition, ghetto TV, DVD
 Cable networks, stick your fingers
 in the bullet holes in my sweatshirt
 Take it out and taste the blood, so you can see that its real
 A View From Masada, give kids, chill
[Chorus x2]








