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I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny 'bout peace, lube & understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace, lube & understanding?
High school friend of my wife has a 6 year old daughter and 4 year old son. My kids are roughly 2 years younger, respectively. Every year, we get bags of hand me downs from them - here again today to deliver another load and swim in the pool ... I can't begin to contemplate how much money they've saved us.
It's my birthday, damnit. I want to believe in a better world. I can't even lube this.
One love, one heart
Let's get together and feel all right
Hear the children crying (One love)
Hear the children crying (One heart)
Sayin', "Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right."
Sayin', "Let's get together and feel all right."
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One love)
There is one question I'd really love to ask (One heart)
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own?
Believe me
The first place I heard Rakim's voice was on Nick Rocks, on the M|A|R|R|S video.
My lube must be a kind of blind lube
I can't see anyone but you
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Sha bop sha bop
Woooooo. Hopefully I won't forget about it like I forgot about the Home Run Derby. My mind isn't back in real life yet. Not that the All-Star Break is "real life," but you feel me.
Twins now technically ahead of the Braves and Reds. Small victories.
You came into my heart
So tenderly
With a burning lube
That stings like a bee
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."
―Martin Luther King Jr.
“In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
