Buffalo Soldier(feat. Shyne)-MatisYahu/Shyne
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TXT Buffalo Soldier(feat. Shyne)-MatisYahu/Shyne 文本歌词
Buffalo Soldier(feat. Shyne) - MatisYahu/Shyne
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning down the block
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning down the block
Don't judge a book by the cover
Every single being in this world is your brother
When I lost ( ) and uncover
Ancient words that teach me to love ya
So we burn to return to the mother
And we yearn to unlearn all they told ya about yourself
Who you are what you should be
I'm gonna be free leave it up to me
Raise your eyes to the sky look out through the night
Feel alright
Stars burn bright high like the moonlight
You'll be alright
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
This is the medicine I'm out like the Bedouin
This knife I'm burying this life I'm treasuring
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I went running away to the cave
Went in a slave and came out all flames
I went running away for the hills
Back to my roots and I'm running still
But now I'm running to face my dreams
Find my place and what it means
Find yourself and no one else
You have to leave it up to me leave it up to me
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
This is the medicine I'm out like the Bedouin
This knife I'm burying this life I'm treasuring
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
Buffalo soldier you know I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning down the block
I shot the sheriff the DA and the deputy
Sorry Al Sharpton I don't need you to lecture me
Maybe I'll stop talking about guns
When you talk about the funds that they cut for the youth
Let's cut to the truth ain't enough for the youth
So tell me how you judge me til you're stuck in the shoes man
Where the Congressmen where all the Senators
They're thinking about their green not the color of the President
This is just a relevance survival is the sentiment
Narcotics is the only way you know that I'ma measure it
They say that we are in a post Obama era
Well exactly what that mean You needn't make it clearer
Does it mean that the rich are gonna finally start to share up
Re-proportion the wealth and make things fairer
Asking God "why do poor people suffer"
But now I'm such a hypocrite the Rolls Royce mufflers
In the gutters nobody never loved us
I am just the result of pain and hunger
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
Buffalo soldier no I'm not a rasta
I used to be a mobster burning up the block
This is the medicine I'm out like the Bedouin
This knife I'm burying this life I'm treasuring
