MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
us3 - belive in yourself
(chorus)
Any place you feel you wanna be, you'll reach it
Believe
And anything your mind wants to achieve, you'll achieve it
Believe in yourself
People often think
There's nothing but to sit and watch the world go by
Sometimes when you feel it's
Spinning just too fast to hop on board
Try to keep up, try not to stop
Believe that there's more
More to live for
(chorus)
Please believe
Nothing beats a fail but a try
Words from my mom Jettery, as she stares in my eye
Reg Wyns packs his things, "now really don't cry"
El Hajj pilgrimage
I'm on tour, this ain't goodbye
Please believe self, L-O-V-E
Do what you do because you love it positively
You keep that numerator over negativity
See divine denominators, you alpha, omega
The first shall be last, the last shall be first
You're major, know thyself
The temples archways had it written on top
What your mind conceives your ass will achieve
Your spirit will proceed if in your heart you believe
It seems mystical, me with the mic is like a ritual
My words pivotal whether analogue or digital, written or visual
I feed your spiritual and physical
It's true, keep your head to the sky,
Please believe
(chorus)
And you'll find when you have a little faith
Everything you could want or need will just fall into place
Make it happen
Just believe you can make it happen
Stay with it my friend, just give it a chance
Stay with it my friend, 'cos your will is the way
us3 - can u feel it
The feeling gets the blessing
The truth sets you free
The feeling is the truth that the answer lies in me
The feeling of the everyday struggles of me and mine
The feeling's got my nigga's on corners risking their lives
It's feeling time flatline
The feeling of sight to the blind
It's liberation when you choose to free your mind
The feeling of a slave underground heading north
I feel the guilty verdicts passed down in the courts
Feel the shackles, cattle, enslaved up north
The feeling as you're watching love run its full course
The feeling of a child in the midst of divorce
God's the source, life force, it's death feeling the loss
The feeling of a hungry man watching a player floss
I feel like Allen in the playoffs stepping on the floor
I crossed him over, foul line jumper with my arms stretched
forth
The feeling of victory, no one remembers who lost
Can you feel it?
I feel like a kid having a kid sister (trapped)
I feel like a cooking pot of grits sister (splat)
I feel you, work and feed your seeds mister (ha)
I feel I'm reppin' you I feel you out there
Now I feel the jealousy, he feels like hating me
The feelings of he, his G just bought my cd
The feelings of me, his G just bought my cd
The feeling of she, show, front row, Us3
Ooooooh weeeee!
Feel me seize the tree
Feeling like busting shots till we're free
Or feeling shots of JD
He feels crates, gates, masks, 'n' robbery
I'm feeling like, fuck it son, we all gotta eat
Ashcroft feels he needs me detained in camps
For me terrorists words through the cells and the amps
I feel like I rhyme like I got nothing to lose, know why?
Because I've got nothing to lose
Do or die!
Can you feel it?
It's the feeling of every bullet passing through Tupac
Volletta Wallace's feelings when BIG got shot
Feeling the fire like Chaka, touch all seven chakras
Snakes infiltrated now I felt the imposter
The feeling of you feeling me feeling the track
The feeling of you running to the deck rewinding it back
The feeling of your check after they take out the tax
You're feeling everything the god spit on the wax
You feel me bomb the track, you feel me attack the wack
I feel my habitat
He feels the needle in the wax
The feeling of a chiropractor walking on my back
The feeling of braille
I feel like feeling the third rail
Suicide, middle passage trade ships set sail
Feel like a dead man walking, monsters ball in jail
I'm feeling like Christ on the cross, the hammered last nail
Father have you forsaken me, I'm feeling like I failed
us3 - cantaloop
Ladies and
Gentlemen, as you know we have something
special down here at
Birdland this evening.
A recording for
Blue Note Records
Yeah, yeah yeah.
What's that? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Funky funky, how bout a big hand now?
Wait, wait a minute.
Groovy groovy
jazzy funky pounce bounce dance as we
Dip in the melodic
sea, the rhythm keeps flowin, it drips to MC
Sweet sugar pop
sugar pop rocks it pops ya dont stop
Till the sweet
beat drops
I show and prove
as a stick in move
Hear the poems
recited on top of the groove
Smooth, mind,
floating like a butterfly
Notes start to
float, suttle like a lullabye
Brace yourself as
the beat hits ya
Dip trip, flip
fantasia
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's that? Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah. Biddy biddy bop. Funky funky.
Feel the beat
drop, jazz and hip hop
Drippin in the
dome, and mix is on and bop
Funk and fusion, a
fly illusion
Keeps ya coastin
on the rhythem you're cruisin
Up down round and
round, round but found
But nevertheless
ya gots to get down
Finesse the freak
thru the beat so unique
Ya move your feet,
the sweat from the heat
Back to the fact
I'm the mack and I know that
The way I kick the
rhymes, some would call me a poet
For steady flowin goin showin likes the sound
Caught in the
groove in Fantasia I've found
Many trip the tour upon
the rhymes they soar
To an infinite
height to the realm of the hardcore
Here we go off I
take ya
Dip trip flip
fantasia.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's that? Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah. Biddy biddy bop. Funky funky.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Funky funky.
Jump to the jam
boogy woogy jam slam
Bust the dialect
im the man in command
Come flow with the
sounds of the mighty mic masta
Rhyming on
the mic I'm bringing sucka's near disasta
Bucoo ducks but
I still rock Nike
With the razzle dazzle,
star I might be
Scribble drabble scrabble
on the microphone I babble
As I flip the
funky words, into a puzzle
Yes yes yes, on
and on as I flex
Get with the flow
words manifest
Feel the vibe from
here to Asia
Dip trip flip
fantasia
Ow.
What's that? Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah. Biddy biddy bop. Funky funky.
What's that? Biddy biddy bop.
Yeah. Biddy biddy bop. Funky funky. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
us3 - caught up in a struggle
Move with precision
Decisions to make, fakes to shake
Talk a good game but yo your stash ain't no wins
I'm in the biz of makin' it big
And express myself through jams that they even bop to in Japan
my man
Change for a dollar so I can make this call
Get my money correct 'cos I been broke too long
Gotta keep it legit, can't be locked for years
Find me a 9 to 5, blood sweat and tears
But can it work boss man
Smack the jerk for tryin' to jerk me
Thinkin' I can't see inconsistency in my currency
Now I'm back out on the street
Walking these dogs for ends meet, life's not sweet
But I still rock rhymes to beats
Put it together maybe we can make an explosion
But it takes time, record labels mess up your mind
You could press rewind and catch a dose one more time
(chorus)
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that like that
Gimme mine and I'll spark the chart like flint
Money spent back to start
Who wants parts of this
Crisp on compact disk, but don't you diss the vinyl mix
I got the hook up at the crib
That's my escape from this world today
Watch 'em blow up then deflate like a soufflé
I see it every day all day
I'm out for the gold, forget the silver and the bronze
Gotta make dough, send home to wifey and moms
Invest in real estate, computers and all this, plan's flawless
Bumpy roads, I'm ready
So all you fakers get jetty or get chopped up like confetti
I'm on a mission for this permanent position
(chorus)
On the bricks, scuffed up kicks, not a hint of dough
Lost my job, now I'm livin' like a slob
Replan regroup, gotta hook up with my make money troops
Two scoops of loops, studio, time to blow
Hip-hop scene flooded, everybody gettin' blunted
A&R's frontin', guess I gotta prove somethin'
Over percussion, Shabaam Sahdeeq rushin' like the Kremlin
Got MC's tremblin' in their lab, take a stab at me
Superior with word play
Stress overtakes the fakes everyday all day
Rugged like Broadway, no time for horseplay
In the struggle don't you lower your level
Gotta take charge like credit, need to start talkin' aesthetic
'Cos when you lose your chance you will regret it, get it
Lyrics embedded in your head like memories
Remember these Us3 melodies
us3 - come on everybody
(chorus)
Come on everybody, come in here and swing
Everybody come on everybody, come in here and swing
Move to a rhythm that's smooth, made to groove
Work that body baby it's a party
Shake it, funky ain't it?
Yeah, the long awaited return of fluent movement-enhanced music
Ain't nothin' but to do it
Manoeuvre to a sound that's makin' you wanna dance to it
Nod ya head, clap ya hands and shake that ass to it
Hit the floor, it's yours, assuming that's what ya came here
for
Why play the wall'n'all
The flavour's so raw get in sync with the sound
Come on and get down
(chorus)
Bounce to a piece that got the spot hoppin'
Bottom to top, top to bottom
Form, a bit of a break from the norm
Converge with a melodic surge and get ya groove on
Amplify the vibe supplied on your hi-fi
Level the bass to coincide with the highs then rise
Partake in a rhythm created to elevate you to a point only we
can take you
Notes arranged, grooves interchange
Engage with flav givin' ya what ya crave
Praise the MC that's lacin' ya party
Maintain, do ya dance and don't hurt nobody
As I see bodies bouncing constantly
Ears consume the bom diggy 'til ya city bound
Get in sync with the sound
Come on and get down
(chorus)
Get loose, feel the groove cruise, on a bassline ooze
Sweat drips as the hips of ladies gyrate and the fellas go
crazy
What more could ya ask for in a joint that's packin' the floor
Plus a rapper type raw
Define the aspect of rhyme orated
Think how long ya waited to get blessed with innovative style
Providing your motivation
The duration of a jam that sounds so amazing
Cave in get in sync with the sound
Come on and get down
us3 - cruisin
Now and then I feel as though I wanna escape the real
And take a trip to the heavens to a world surreal
But I don't do drugs so the yea is out
Instead I use my mind power to move my spirits about
I might write my girl a poem showin' her how I love thee
Or just write myself a rhyme about why I'm so funky
This is how I escape the ignorance and hate being cooked up in
this planet
About to disintegrate
(chorus)
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I cover my head as the media shower, I glance at my watch to
check the hour
And it's half past a moonbeam, gleamin' as I daydream
I'm feelin' for the beat to make my mood complete
And when I got it I'm gone, gone in the rhythm
Kickin' the slang with the knowledge and wisdom
I may speak a scribbly doodle but I keep on track
'Cos if I didn't yo you wouldn't be sweatin' it
(chorus)
One to the two to the three to the four to the five
It's rardy-ardy-ar and I'm kickin' it live
On an ever present journey through the depths of time
I skip from beat to beat in the form of a rhyme
My vocal techniques are unique to my band
I'm a butterfly MC, smooth with much style G
My tongue-like quivers when I deliver the funk flow
The verbs expand with a ghettolistic glow
It's like that y'all
us3 - dead end street
I never thought the streets that I loved would turn to hate me
Same nights that gave me a life would try and take me
Same streets I played on they'd have me lay on
The next morn same spot kids play on
Tomorrow never comes again
One night remember it well
I saw a war becoming fahrenheit, hotter than hell
Blaze the street with potentials, no longer we speak
The next 40 days ways we no longer stay weak
Thinking of dark nights moonlight and games that we played
'Til the guns came, and then the nuns came
And took my youth away
Never been the same (since) that day
But I always had to walk that way
Nobody knows what I coulda been, or if they saw me again
Just because of the violence of men
It's like I'm living in the last days, pushing me in
When I'm walking down the street's dead end
Blame it on the night time
City streets I can't sleep
Blame it on the concrete slabs my Tims eat
The murderous glow
Thoughts you never know when it could happen
Hoping streets would blink and let go, but gun clapping
Surround me like the stratus
I fear from all the madness
For now until my heart beats slow
Another shadow lying another lost child crying
Generations frozen in tears and half dying
But all giving
I thought I saw your light shine, was it the moonlight
Felt you when I wrote the last line
Give me the strength to show the next one, make 'em all yours
Next time I wanna spark put the flame on pause
Poverty you got me
Unemployment, yo he shot me
Stress, put me on ice and played hockey
Like I'm living in the last days, pushing me in
When I'm walking down the street's dead end
I dreamed of being the fastest
Your favourite son, make you proud of me
The streets so hard they won
Used to leave the school books just to run with the crooks
Was it the fancy cars that made me drive around with that look
Every night like the 31st of October
Couldn't stand to face reality and not be sober
Had a child dream to one day take the world over
Until I laid in the battle like a fallen soldier
So many pitfalls, you never know what life might bring
Have you trapped inside a world of material things
Outta every corner, a light ready to strike
I soared above the consciousness and landed in flight
Thinking of dark nights moonlight and games that we played
Like graffiti on society, mistakes that I made
Like I'm living in the last days, pushing me in
When I'm walking down the street's dead end
us3 - doin a crime
Action packed black Mac10, Junior & his friend
Not a pot to piss in, starvin' brothers on a mission
Half past two, William planned to rob the toll booth GW bridge
Got the weapon concealed, nothin' to lose
They choose to break the rules at all cost
Stick 'em in Jersey, hit the other side to New York
Black and red leather suits and black biker boots
One got the gun, the other one controls the motorbike
Adrenaline pumpin', dreams of cash
Anybody tryin' to stop them's getting' lead in their face,
believe that
Black pack on his back ready for loot to fill
What a thrill they gonna be robbin' that booth for real
(chorus)
Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
You might get away or get locked for life
Doin' a crime, shakin' a dice, takin' a chance
You might get away or just lose your life
Helmets on racin' down route 4, Junior pushin' the bike, Ike
totin' the Mac
No time to be scared
"When we on 'em point it at 'em, tell 'em to fill the bag 'cos
we not getting' had"
By this time it's 5.30, rush hour's thick
So they weave through the cars, get to the toll booth quick
"It's a chick!"
He put it to her head and said, "It's a stick, fill the bag, big
bills, put the ones in my hands, we out!"
Hot!
With the cops on their trail, dippin' and swervin', almost
crashed right into a rail
Sweatin' like hell, they're not even tryin' to see jail
'Cos they pulled the sting and robbed the toll booth for real
(chorus)
Jumior weavin' through the cars, speed the cops can't catch
But they're gainin' on 'em, Ike got a plan for that
Throw the ones in the air, all the cars hit the brakes
So they could get out and get some, the cops look dumb
Because they couldn't get through, people blocked the path
So Junior and Ike hit the west side fast
They got their gear stashed somewhere near the train, smooth
getaway
Ready to take the loot to the brain
Change their clothes, ditch the bike, Ike tripped in the trash
"Keep it movin', gotta get the loot to the lab"
Breathin' heavy, movin' quickly, situation's sticky
The whole mission was ill, they got away smooth for real
us3 - eleven long years
Mi tek off mi land down now in Jamaica
Callaloo, di box juice, and di sensimillia
Givin' thanks and praise to almighty jah jah
Glad fi reach now mi safe, mi have fi seen mi father
Di sun it a beat and mi a get well para
'Cos a many many tings a di Yoot man now I would like to know
Was he fat, was he slim, did he drink or did he smoke?
These are di type a di tings a weh a di Yoot man a want fi know
(chorus)
It's been eleven long years since mi seen mi father
Ay ay mi father
Thank God, bless God, mi a go see mi father
Now mi know mi reach know mi know mi safe
Now mi see mi father a come
'Cos a many many years since him gone
When him tek a tek a house and land
Fi go better himself, big up himself
For weh him did dream a weh did he plan
'Cos di ting I remember di most he was ambitious man
So him build up a house, build up a land, buy up a car and a
minivan
Fi go settle himself and a wait fi di day when a Yoot man come
along
So everything set, everything fly
Now mi know cool and go blow my mind
Because mi ready fi go see my father
And dat's di only thing upon my mind
us3 - enough
Look around and see this world we're in and what is happening
It's hard to believe that what I see, people are accepting
Everybody's got a gun, even the baby has one
He says it's for protection
'Cause he has to walk around
A private war is going down over rights to sell infection
(chorus)
Have you had enough, it's been too much
Have you had enough, it's been too rough
Enough
Enough
As I walked in through the door I saw a baby on the floor
Playing with a needle
'Cause her mother's getting high putting all her hopes aside
Because she can't get even
With a system that's broken and created destruction
Who's gonna take the weight?
Grandma prays to the Lord every single day
But he only helps those who help themselves anyway
(chorus)
These things around the way, we see them everyday
Our hearts are hardened and our minds are numb
From all the violence, where is it coming from?
It's time for us to care about what's going on everywhere
'Cause we only have one future and it's fading mighty fast
It's time to realise it's our last and only chance
us3 - get it together
(chorus)
Get it together
Get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together
Gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
Wake up in the morning, get my head on straight
It's gonna take a minute so I guess you'll have to wait
For this story-telling, city-dwelling sister to prepare
Need to fix my face, gotta comb my hair
Back-packed, head-wrapped
'Cos it's a cold cold world out there
If shit ain't together ain't nobody gonna care
Know your mama told you that this life ain't fair
But it's in your hands, your destiny is your plan
Get it together
'Cos in the city life is faster
Master your own destiny or meet disaster
You gotta have your head on straight, brothers are slicker
Influenced by bright lights, drugs, women and liquor
(chorus)
'Cos these streets ain't easy
And the shit that we see
Makes it hard to have faith and be strong and hold on
Keep hope and one day
Change is gonna come
There's so much so bad, so many that never had
Survival of the fittest
Keeping up with the quickest is the name of the game
You're a winner or a loser
A giver or a user and ain't it a shame
We got to be all we can be
And it's in our hands our destiny is our plan
Get it together
'Cos in the city life is faster
Master your own destiny or meet disaster
You gotta have your head on straight, brothers are slicker
Influenced by bright lights, drugs, women and liquor
(chorus)
People people can't you see
It's got to stop with you and me
It's hard enough, it's got to stop
So much more I gotta reach for
It's in our hands, make it our plans
Get it together
us3 - get out
You don't think that I would do what I said that I'd do
You said that you'd be there if I needed you to come through
What's in a word, a word don't matter when it stands on sinking
sand
Belief is gone you done too much harm, others involved don't
understand
Get real you lie, you don't know what honest means
Hey hey hey hey
Get out!
(chorus)
Get out (X 8) go!
You don't know what this means
Having to set you free
Get out!
How did we come to this world that I see myself in?
My trust and love and faith have all been mighty broken
You say you do and then you don't then it's all left up to me
Keep it going all day long while you're out there playing free
Can't take it gotta go now I'm gonna take care of me
Hey hey hey hey
Get out!
(chorus)
I thought that we'd be together 'til the world came undone
But that was before I found out where you're coming from
What's in a word, a word don't matter when it stands on sinking
sand
Belief is gone you done too much harm
Others involved don't understand
Get real you lie, you don't know what honest means
Hey hey hey hey
Get out!
us3 - give thanks
I'm just a liberation scribe writing these bars of freedom
The god's got kids and uncle g'wan help feed 'em
My words free the mind whether you hear 'em or read 'em
The duty of a civilised man is to teach 'em
Wave your guns at the system and unify the prisons
I save a ghetto child from getting drawn out at Princeton
Still a million man march even though some are limping
Like Kunta caught up in big pimping and linen
Karma sutra, I sooth ya
Nah I ain't bitchin'
I armoured through ya, moved ya and seized your kitchen
Was my steez with ease to blitzkrieg the women
Now my hymns hem her heart's stitching
See I'm reppin for my fam that's the joy of living
See I reps for my fam that's the joy of living
I see you reppin for your fam and that's the joy of living
Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving
I keep my eyes on the sparrow
Americas always gotta full barrel of stress
So strap on your vest
Since the manger avoid the one left in the chamber
Divide and rule kills the knowledge of self
Now this remainder remains to be the last born
The first scorned
The one you made the scapegoat
The god building like Joseph
In technicolour peep my dreamcoat
Y'all keep it real
I'm a keep the real estate on the block
I don't fiend for the cream
I fiend for the gold it's backed by
Y'all use the physical two
All seeing third eye
Pierces holes through your spleen
Scores goals on your team
Choke, holes on your neck
Bill, fold all your cream
Blaow!, holes through your dreams
Unbalanced is the beam
The sun rises in the east in Bruknaam
I come clean
I see you reppin for your fam that's the joy of living
Was thanks taking, there was no thanks giving
I be wise as a serpent, peaceful as a dove
Flow be perfection, the attribute's love
From Brixton to Brooklyn, topsoil, I recoil to Medina
Ascend thrones in brownstone
Blaze pastures, mines greener
In backwoods trees get nestles
With the beast within I wrestle, for anointed be this vessel
To rebuke the devil
No progress without the struggle got to hustle before you
bubble
God's words (are) no hustle though
See brother Bains, like Malcolm, think long range
Sincere
My life's dedicated to change
Locked up in the belly (of) America's gut
If I'm sleeping with the enemy, my eyes wide shut
You see I reps for my fam for the joy of living
You see I'm reppin' for my fam, that's the joy of living
I see you reppin for your fam and that's the joy of living
Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving
us3 - goodbye
I met my queen at fifteen years old
Before I ressurected goals of studios and shows
Before I'd stare at screens in theatres watching my dreams roll
Before Diesel and open toes we wore Timbos and Girbauds
Back when my hightop fade was flat
Shorties with plaits and cowries, two finger rings, no head
wraps
Her natural tresses were pulled back tucked in Negro League
caps
She said, " I prefer some soca, but I've got love for rap"
In fact her favourite rappers were "Nas, Pac, Rick, and Common"
Back when he was booming in your jeep
"I was visiting some peeps at your school during the week
You were sleepin' when I saw you on the street you wouldn't
speak"
Walk on by, passing me by
On the pharcyde of the lunchroom, damn
We glanced eyes, hi and bye
"I had a man, his girl and I were best friends"
Years go by, graduated, went to Harvard
I and I said goodbye
Flash to the backyard parties where I'd dance with my boo
Salute the fam, build with my crew and grab a number or two
From a piece of my love in 9-2, can you stand the rain?
Love is pain, you know what, I'm through
With my popcorn love, act 2, scene 2
"My best friend's his ex-girl"
And now she's to my rescue
The late phone convo's
"I see his vision with my eyes closed"
I'm hearing her pitch and hearing thoughts of stories untold
Not for public readership, this is a private issue, tears and
tissue
"Mamas not here"
Aunt Jo we miss you
I taste fear, the phone calls turn to prayer vigils
I smell love
"I feel support"
I got your back, I'm with you
I touched love, she wasn't ready but said "Damn I miss you"
Like shots, meals, and attention when we were little
Could we have known
From campus visits now we're grown
"We got degrees, I'm flying home to see him rock microphones"
Goodbye
She was my La femme Nikita
"We'd dance merengue and the salsa"
Laid back, trees wrapped in a joya de Nicaragua
Wine or lime in a corona while I down a German lager
Had me open mama
"Now we need to end this saga"
With tour schedules can love grow mature like escrow
We're playing games with our feelings and what you reap is what
you sow
She said, "a tangled web you weave when you practice to
deceive"
I found it hard to believe I wore my heart on my sleeve
Claiming she the one like Billy Jean
Now what the deally?
She want my name, so what's your aim
Said for the fame "you act silly"
Said colour me purple like seally,
"Until you do right by me, it all comes back to you really"
She said " breathe me, feed me, are we on the same page"
Nuff said believe me, "not your shoe size, act your age"
Until the end of time I'll adore you
"You know I'm here for you"
I need trust, communication, commitment and much more too
Goodbye
us3 - grand groove
Since before my adolescence remembrance of you commences
Will never forget how you taught a scrub to catch and connect
with pitchin'
We'd sit and watch the Mets and Yankees
As bad as I was, can't remember if ya spanked me
While babysittin' this nigga, you became a father figure
Mowed the lawn with ya whenever
Bourbon was your liquor
Who'd figure the strongest man I knew could have a bad ticker
And the last time we'd see each other was Christmas '95
Without ever havin' a chance to say goodbye
You left the summer of '96, the 1st of July
Now reside in peace, released from all the pressure and pain
Your grandson proclaims the name Nelson forever reigns
(chorus)
Grand groove, King of my crew
Grand groove, I dedicate this to you
You moved from Queens to Tennessee when in my mid-teens, later
Atlanta
Adopted Eileen when she was umpteen
Provided cream for your fam for years, retired
Now I understand what it is to be a man upon this planet
Took for granted the times you'd trip to NY on vacation
Thinkin' you'd be around for ever, probably neglected you
unconsciously
The thought of me Mcing made ya bug, vividly at times
Imaging our last hug is bugged
Don't seem to realise you ain't comin' back
A routine check. How, while getting' dressed, did stress give
you a heart attack?
Now reside in peace, released from all the pressure and pain
Your grandson proclaims the name Nelson forever reigns
(chorus)
We laughed for hours when you fell from off that bicycle
'Til tears trickled down my face
Memories never erased, laced with wisdom
Reflect up on my upbringing
Remember, you never missed a day
My school had me singing, forever in my heart
Never forget how much I love you
Thinkin' of you I miss the times together
Where it's better
You now reside in peace, released from all the pressure and
pain
Your grandson proclaims the name Nelson forever reigns
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