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2238
03:56
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2238 is the number that i hate.
It reminds me how much Hudson County Offices don't care.
Now I have to keep my phone on, and the work it just don't pay.
And the minutes on my Cell phone just keep idling away.
Cause I call, it keeps on ringing, and I call, no ones there!
The card says families first, but I just don't feel that way
When the oasis of urban deserts never lends a hand.
Now I have to keep my lights on, and a roof above my head.
but I'm feeling like a mongrel begging for a scrap of bread.
And I call, it keeps on ringing. And I call, no ones there.
In truth, I am blessed, cause "Yo si hablo ingles!"
In a system where latinos make up 41%
The tidal wave is growing, and the wages they are small.
From Zapatas revolution we learned the Meek become the strong.
So when you're stressed from your job at the Hudson County System
Take a minute to remember just how fortunate you are
When we stand before you, please remember to be kind.
And see yourself in all those who are asking for your time.
Pick up that phone when it rings, Theres a person on the other end, trying to make a change.
Pick up that phone and make a call.
Lend a hand to all, cause one day you might take the fall.
2238
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reggae, - Brief
04:48
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Brief
our time on Earth is Brief.
And it brings relief to know that after all.
We'll shed these Earthly clothes, and stroll through guilded halls
Heeding the call of..
Dharma, oh my love my lifes complete.
Waiting on Dharma, oh my love.
Ohm-Ma-Ni-Padme-Ohm
In this psychedelic window pane
We are operating on a plane, so high above
Disengaged from the world at large.
A nano-fraction of a second long, and I'm high above.
Oh Lord, i'm here right now.
Row.
Row fisherman, row.
Down the spout we go.
Casting towards the sky.
Accelerating time.
Till day becomes the night.
Together we dive into....
Dharma, oh my love my lifes complete.
Waiting on Dharma, oh my love.
Ohm-Ma-Ni-Padme-Ohm
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Fini
02:34
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Instrumental
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2am im alone,
Sheets are cold and no one's home
A cavern full of water, and the surface is pristine
An open window's inviting me to stare upon the stars,
Far away, far away, yet almost close enough to touch.
Close my eyes and once again, Im a babe in side the womb
So resembling a tomb, where I rest my weary head.
dust to dust we once return, just the ashes of a burn
from the heat of a relationship that flutters like a bird
in the sun, in the sun
Like a warm embrace from a love.
In the sun, in the sun.
Its the innocence I miss and i wish I could return
in the interim I'll chill and let anxiety pass through me,
like I'm chasing snack from Scooby in the sun
A promise is a promise, sacred treaty of the land,
whose fundamental principles no human could disband
And I'll walk along the beach just where the ocean meets the sand
And pray to JAH that i am cleansed with every tide and ebb
but if only for a moment, I'm relieved of all concern.
I'll disengage my turrets and lay down my weary arms.
I can only hope to be the safest place someone can land,
but this struggle for control has plagued us since the dawn of man
in the sun, in the sun
Like a warm embrace from a love.
In the sun, in the sun.
Its the innocence I miss and i wish I could return
in the interim I'll chill and let anxiety pass through me,
like I'm reading sheets by Rumi in the sun.
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5. |
Military Analyst Man
04:37
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We are being duped, by those we have elected.
We daily are subjected to hypocasy perfected.
And now the fire and the scorn
Will rain down like a storm
against the heads of those complicit to the perversion of a nation.
Military analyst man
Dick (Cheney) and (GW) Bush up dem backside again.
Military analyst man
Gone and lied so dem soldiers a'ga die.
Theres no gun to your temple
and no threat to your lives
so why you sowing seeds of American lies
When you lie with dogs, you come up with flees
Subject your convictions, keep your conscience on its knees.
When this war is over, a new one will begin.
Theres no rest for the weary, when your war is within.
So to all those who suffer
at the expense of a few.
illuminate your condition.
MEDIA'S USING YOU, THEY'RE USING YOU
Military analyst man
Dick (Cheney) and (GW) Bush up dem backside again.
Military analyst man
Gone and lied so dem soldiers a'ga die.
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Roland Ramos Vienna New York, New York
Roland Ramos Vienna is the musical project of Roland Ramos. A Singer songwriter who creates music based on his travels and
interactions.
As an avid curator of the arts, Roland has made it his mission to raise funds directly through music sales. Sales pay for travel costs and accommodations during his international artistic endeavors.
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