Peace is like a river--it was feeling estranged, I don't know what to say and I don't know who to blame anymore.
Peace is like a river, but it won't tell you what to do, I don't know what to say and I don't know who is who anymore.
Wipe out the enemy, with force.
Fight the war on drugs, on thugs, on terror, on bugs, on your neighbour, on whatever you can think of. On the crazy that fear too much, or the senseless that don't fear enough; their soft spots are getting tough….if you aint got no soft spots, how you gonna know that you've been touched?
Lock up your daughters, put up 9 foot fences. Don't talk to your neighbour. Don't listen to the lines you're fed. And don't forget to mention how well secured your fortress is, and don't forget to mention how well secured your fortress is, and don't forget to mention, how you cannot be easily fooled. Peace, is like a river.
Emotions are like your liver; they filter all the crap. The dead and rotten stuff, and those that would attack. So keep your feelings intact, and differentiate, between your own emotions, and those provoked by hate. Or someone else's string pulling, on all your sentiments. Which when used in this way can only lock you in. And make you susceptive, to suggestibility, for example, the way to feel better is (to) put up another fence that you don't neeeeeed.
Fight the war on drugs on thugs on terror on bugs, on the "EPIDEMIC'', on whatever you can think of…on your auntie who fears too much, or your cousin that's actin' up---their soft spots have gotten tough…if you aint got no soft spots, how you gonna know that you've been touched???